pale winds carve stories of a time before on the faces of obsidian rock
Month: October 2024
where gods bicker over dice and planets bloom like flowers
sleepless citizens shapeshift under the light of the nameless star
nightmares drip like wax from the half moon crown
once upon a time the stars were our shields now they drift and sing bound to none
old trees break free of earthen chains and chant in broken patterns
nothing breaks nothing holds we are left standing as waves leave for paradise
chaos sings not as hymn or lament but as an avatar of ashes
planets burn the moon screams it wasn’t as violent as it seemed
the herd is lost in a song of corrupted algorithms
elancharan gunasekaran 