the rivers no longer obey the laws of mad gods spiralling upwards and beyond into voids unseen
Month: March 2025
spring at dusk the vanishing god whispers a prophecy to the elder tree
no one rules the tide only fools demand and expect obedience from the seas
it takes a keen and compassionate eye to see that the sky still remains to this day full of fire
magic or madness i cannot say the tongue burns on something older than fire
the soft light of day on untamed roads snaking into oblivion
bones abandoned cracked open slow by time’s teeth
touch alone tells a tale of leaves burnt blue by the echoes of lost gods
fire between letters and the breath between words to give meaning to madness
in the absence of breath nothingness can win a war
elancharan gunasekaran 