deformed shadows in the fog silent hill
the autumn night accepts this body as vessel
how quickly the silence travels down the hills and into the bodies of men
sick of flying dragonfly hitches a boat ride across river
low autumn clouds inspect the burning river
gaze into the river grey and white eyes of a dead fish stare back
a coffee stained letter to the spirit of the pantry
find yourself in this concrete silence
empty pantry tea lady giggles to herself
our words and writings keep the grey at bay
elancharan gunasekaran 