Elancharan இளஞ்சேரன்

i offered salt and the seas offered song

dusk reveals a second sun under the sand

transmission ends the light in your eyes fracture

a single ping heard across the sentient mindscape

to walk the garden is to shed all realisation of self to become less human

best not to dwell the sky here is someone else’s grave

pale skin rusts and names melt into ash

in a hideout void of rime feeding ghostlight to the wounded satyr

shed silence like a skin still warm

in sympathy with old machines bones hum