sleep beneath a broken engine dreaming i am water
Month: March 2025
craters bloom moss cushions the rainfall
fungal veil a cathedral roof pulses quiet light
the woods speak in thunder softly always
silence wears the bones of kings
i dreamt the prophecy in my blood the language of leviathans: unworldly floods
chaos eats its own and the winds bleed salt from tongues
the dragon is weightless a memory carried by the same winds that carried its myth
before dawn the fathers of night would trek across the sky extinguishing starmites none would be allowed to outshine their child the moon blinking stars are the battles fought and the ones who still shine can only count their days
do you vow to travel the rust void and beyond to the dead dwarf star and retrieve your kin’s kris
elancharan gunasekaran 