ghosts jumping the plank at the sight of dry land
two dead beetles later the light staggers out the door
if it is a dream you seek then you need to let go
my autumn: never mind the leaves wait till you see the shriveled faces
solo the deep dive into neon lights
learning to feel again from reattached limbs
bound in flesh via a similar sense of madness
don’t you dare deny this body the seas
a couple of seashells and the sound of distant thunder to accompany the lonely shore
tepid waters a fine day to drown in thoughts
elancharan gunasekaran 