the living metal cools to the touch as raw flesh assimilates with the machine mind
the many forges of imagination churn armor and weapons to protect the infant mind against the forces of reality
buried seeds explode with verdant growth and auburnt crops whisper of winter
autumn the morning light scatters glitter and gold
shells hum and stars brown in his absence father salt lays at the depths of oblivion in dreams of endless war
hands held close to heart and subesequent murmurs the chaos contained
bones float beneath the lilies carrying whispers to a dark place
petals open inside your skull what more is there to say
ash forms the shape of devotion smothering mortal flesh in cinders of the endtime
frail pale hands reach through the mist to touch the light
elancharan gunasekaran 