a line drawn in the soft earth guided by the quiet pull of the goddess
Month: November 2025
the seas surrender and soften with kindness from the morning light
a quiet embrace of ending
the goddess sings a song of fire in her abode lifting the veil and granting truth to eyes a child of tender age is laid at her feet given but never taken the infant soul grafted with flames older than time itself
drown in the abyssal depths of my gentle paradise
light a lantern of cold fire inside a ring of bones the pilgrim learns prophecy at spirits’ pace
guided by autumn’s cold breath silence summons silence
dust rises in gentle spirals lifting the feathers of winged gods for one final flight
who do you think maintains wormholes? astrognomes of course
elancharan gunasekaran 