feels like a mad dream when a pause in eternity allows for warmth and birdsong to return
lose ourselves to the vastness of the void where the subconscious outgrows morality and mortality to conquer the weakness of flesh
grim descension found every version of myself alive and breathing
in a cathedral of impossible anatomies devotees come bearing a broken piece of something found along the pilgrimage to the patchwork lord a sundered leaf an orphaned petal a fragment of a mind battlefield appendages abandoned cast out and now finally a place to call home
holy only when spoken to in the voice of the deep gods
beneath cold autumn waves gender dissolves
travel and explore the vastness of skin with hands soft a ritual we seem to slowly forget with time
pulled under bedsheets by an entity unknown fingers claw at cold air and the body convulses to a stillness that can only be described as: a violent sleep
the triangulation of limbs in this dark dark world and at its heart a source of peace and quiet
breaths feel borrowed in this dark corner of society
elancharan gunasekaran 