Elancharan இளஞ்சேரன்

mind fog and still you have my undivided attention

sparrow’s curious head tilt the summer world spins out of control

cosmic center consciousness conceived of divine tribulations

probing summer veins for possibilities

hands devoted to the construction of concrete bastions of nothingness

th devil in the line does she speak to you with lies

summer and the return of stonewalled sensations

solar baked pilgrims dream of sand burials

pulped realism in the wake of jelly legs

questional vibes summer until you feel otherwise