Me

Ghostly grey shadows

over cornery rooms

clinging away from dawn,

in hinges and window slit.

And rain air with it.

embrasive drizzles occupies;

dark smoky skies.

cloud sihouette

devours mountains

and their tree.

World's the cloud,

mountain is me.

Inertia

I want to reach nowhere,

fill sand dust on my feet.

Fingers grasping thin air,

gritting restless teeth.

chase out  my thought,

listen to monastic chimes.

Make misty ring road,

and fluty little rhymes.