October 2024 – Page 6 – elancharan gunasekaran

a face stitched of clouds plants a chair in the desert

the mad gods play dice with the neon tides of memory

wild cats claw at origami moons as gravity disintegrates

roots wrap bones as chaos grows in the belly of the earth

lightning cracks open the sky’s spine revealing night’s hunger

in slow measured breaths we exhale mist into the silent morning

i wonder if the autumn sky remembers every cloud that ever existed

fish scales shift from shimmer to dust and the sea becomes a mouth with too many tongues

waves collapsing into waves until the idea of form is drowned

let the ink run wild break sentence and bones return flesh to a time that never made any sense