queen bee exits stasis and calls to her brethren to be born again
the cycle renews: the smell of death as crows dig into a roadkill carcass
spring morning the tide kneels before the coast and wears a mask of devotion
before the touch of lips before the raising of glasses before the birth of consciousness inside white pods bodies spasm to life at the push of a button
geography remembers: the paths and scars of razor winds
another mouth of many stitched to the ribs whispers of: daggers in the dark
cold glow of grey a menagerie of extinguished suns kept in cages
a sliver of winter lives on in grey reflections of liquid and glass
the ritual gaze into the abyss and then: birdsong
the wraiths of night have followed me from bed to light
elancharan gunasekaran 