concrete high the bee that flees from human flesh
death by commentary swapping faces
gather your bones and dream of paradise
the rain every waking moment
can we fault the night rain for our demise
silence of the grey burns eyes
consume and in turn be consumed autumn dark
strange acquaintances this autumn night the moth and drizzle
to the autumn moon cloud worm raises its head
grey hands fixing the features of the landscape
elancharan gunasekaran 