I don’t want this to be another season’s story,
Hand me “yours” and I’ll hand you “mine”
By heart I promise, you will be the only “mine”
An unbreakable oath that is carved on steel,
A legendary love story that will be on every person's tongue for centuries.

O brother dwimalu!
Why did you bring the white elephant?
In the country of misfortune bodo race!
One of the next one to the king
Country attack in the feet of your own feet.
How glad we had!
You are in the country to increase!
Like to give the flowers to god
The king dwimal to give to the prize
How much happiness was you
The white elephant of burma country.
But the knowledge of the bodo
Knowledge in mud like a bath,
Not to have mercy for the chief minister
Tolerate can't be punished by the king!
Not water to fire
Not stick to elephant
No gun molten to lead
So much injustice did you finish!
O brother dwimalu!
Charlatan and scrooge
Step up mother and then how to believe?
But loved, had food for dinner!

of legendary origin
encroached upon
throughout the centuries
by human fear
   seeking protection
   near some venerable shape

you stand

aloof

   silently balancing
   symmetrical circles
   of roots and crown

patiently oblivious of parks
and buildings made by those
who vainly walk in awe
to grasp the mystery
   in touch, in picture, meditation
   of otherness unmoved

plantlife millenial

I'm so scared.

I'm so scared of what you will mean to me at 4:00 in the morning,
when I get to thinking most about my life
and that much thinking
can't possibly be alright.

I'm scared that maybe you are just a mirror of 2014,
an illusion made for laughing at all of us
who think maybe we can do better this time.
This time we'll change for sure.
This is it.

And 2015, dear friend,
I'm scared that maybe this time I won't make it
to the hopeful beginning of 2016
When I can say again with conviction
that this is the year we'll be great.

Yes, we will be legendary.

This is it.