bus ride the slow state of flow into somatic subconscious
Month: August 2023
summer bodies swelter in the night moth’s flutter
they play us like puppets flesh and bone stringed to higher beliefs
the summer breeze guides me detached from the herd and seeing
my mind is quiet now tell the seasons to go back to their caves
the grey matter rots the maggots thrive and the light decays
three little sparrows come to claim my soul from this body
summer the forest reaches out shadowlike tendrils merging with flesh
eyes chasing dusk clouds the koel sings closer to home
served on night’s platter a fusion of dark bodies and summer lust
elancharan gunasekaran 