as we prune round the edges of this conspiracy the lies are unearthed
Month: September 2023
late noon we tend to our feelings in the zen garden
word after word layer upon layer of substance to flesh out this scene between stage and script
violet skies and burning moons harder than you think making sense of alien worlds
the cold flap of wings sends a shiver down to the soul
dawn ethereal whales emerging from the concrete mist
the rain has stopped and the flesh is woke with designs of defiance
softly suggest the notion of freedom to caged flesh
dark bodies in metamorphosis between the rain and warmth
bodies reel from a hint of sulfur in the evening winds
elancharan gunasekaran 