tossed into the chaos that is wrought of flesh
Month: September 2024
a byproduct of lost causes: rebels and rebellion
when we speak it is with brave touches and tugs of hair
passed down from ages before the art of daydreaming
a toast to the free falling feelings of phantom pain
death to the writer he whose body is now but a dream
oh the sweet craft of sculpting words with the mind’s katana
a strange celebration of flesh forced to police my own thoughts
summer green spider extends a web thread of hope
the mundane conversion of tears to frostfires
elancharan gunasekaran 