quiet windows and tidy pathways i slip into your world of a paradise lost
i gift you: my unfinished lines
your promise softens nightfall
witness and you shall inherit it: dawn is yours
feral moons wander the autumn night sky
die right and perhaps everything else will make sense
autumn a ghost of futures past arrives on forbidden shores
to have gotten this far this bag of flesh and bone at half life salutes the divine and cosmos now if you’ll excuse me i have a life to live
soft as a waking breath i dream and exist autumn butterfly
press fingertips into clay as small moons bulge and emerge glow faintly in the dark creation accepts the touch of warmth
elancharan gunasekaran 