Elancharan இளஞ்சேரன்

specks of night crows flee from the dawning light

mad gods and skin drums at the eye of psychic vortex

initiating subconscious handshake cloud study

fold the leaf along its spine a psychic scream

logs and limbs for your fireplace

solemn she sings her silence all winter

attune senses to the winter oblivion

fan blades dissect the silence

painting before me vivid strokes of madness

lord of the hour gazing into the blue of cat’s eye