running away in opposite directions waterhen and a silly human
ash grey clouds the cold alive and well
the grey holds the morning light captive
centered and spiraling into the abyss
burning fields the subconscious feeds fire to the vision
deep lunar craters in the flesh where the tigress has bitten
lightning in flesh at the mercy of small gods
peel away the dark to find the ugly face of the storm
closer than ever the body has forgotten warmth
juju beads the sudden stillness of mind
elancharan gunasekaran 