where fresh and frail bodies lie darkness pools and consumes mind and body succumbs to the peace
sculpted by tides and conjured by the autumn rain your body remembers
the fruit at your feet is a fragment of the sky bite once and gravity forgets you
the autumn river floods when it dreams of war
dew becomes doors: portals to elsewhere
the fog on one side and the first light on the other critters watch grim as the forest brokers peace between the two
the autumn moon grows cheeky raising false ancestors from the sea and setting them loose upon the mortal world
the fish wear the faces that drown and dissolve into stories
you ignore the stranger’s advice and plant your thoughts now wildfires bloom
investigation log #3: the beast does not merely eat it collects the subconscious matter of unsuspecting victims
elancharan gunasekaran 