the day is done and folded neatly archived in the library of the subconscious mind
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the early bird: showoff mynah appears on a ledge with its quarry
summer and the sounds of reckless abandon that fills the concrete
summer and the question remains: why is the world so angry?
woken by the murmurs of rain at an ungodly hour
soft padded clouds to reign in your anxieties
a blur of blue wisps round the corner and return as night
a concrete monstrosity separates: the blue of dusk from summer’s blaze
the demon in the corner of the room sulks quietly never knowing why this man smiles
the night has declared war upon our flesh as bodies melt into bedsheets
elancharan gunasekaran 