summer deep retrace the cold limb parable
Month: August 2021
where the light caves in dusk clouds settle
night rain cold claws dig in
window fog train ride slows to a crawl
tiny specks of humanity summer landscape
strain silence from cold limbs
who am i really? ask the night.
summer dream to descend into the flesh raw
no biases in the dark at least here
an offering of flesh and scales to the broken god
elancharan gunasekaran 