a couple of seashells and the sound of distant thunder to accompany the lonely shore
tepid waters a fine day to drown in thoughts
a tough sell this waking dream
if not time then perhaps the tides will change your monolithic ways
a morsel of moonrock that’s all you get this autumn night
not ghosts just random thoughts wandering the empty hallways
in one fluid motion the body slumps on the sidewalk
pale winds strumming the clothesline
how important we feel just by staying alive
marching underground flesh follows flesh
elancharan gunasekaran 