Idle memo, idle feelings and Idle firerings

IDLE MEMO-IDLE HEAD (led to CASTLE ON THE SAND)

At the end of the secret path along the valley beyond the abbey.
Beneath the old shed-off-leaved oak tree,

withdrawn in a corner of the valley, behind Confidence cascade.
At the top of the castle
this is intimacy...
the darkest corner in my head...
at the end of the corridor that embrace the machines room,
-where the steam comes from and the heat is stored-;
at the bottom of the storage room.
where I keep memories covered by white sheets -idle memo mess-;
It wrinkles myself, holding my bended knees on the floor
as eeeeemerged as a tiny foetus.
…seal the doors to the outside with blue-fire&steel and wait for a voice to needle my bubble in, asking for coming in from the outside
Shocked by the sight from the half-light tower chamber.
I lean out from two eyed-windows of the gloomy tower,
where no light breaks in and no sound sneaks in…
just the vibration from the machine room,
darkens in and out.
U loom up out my joy,
in the meantime woe spikes and corners my head.
As once as a no name monster, frightened my mind,
fears and doubts crowed my mind.
We run as a kid, jump as a flea, shout as a king, shed as a leave, growl to grins,

and fight between

the crestfallen trees,
In the roar of my needs.
sticking out of the window, as I see you come...
She glittered the corridor, walk it down
drumming it roughly
as the ring of fire that wraps my heart.
Do not want to open any window
because I built this Black ink bubble dome
out of lonesome thoughts
with no window-bars my


head.
…unbearably my mouth gave me away once again.