the city traps you in liquid concrete and rushes you into the void
amber serpents slither and dance in the summer sand
green fire replaces the rain dripping pretentious through the summer haze
hollowed side of moon grey and quiet citadels commune in the language of dust
silver fish leap mid flow and find sanctuary amongst purple clouds
the moon trades its madness for some borrowed light
bells sound in terror at the sea fog creeping in on humanity
the first rays of dawn birthed between the mynah’s beak
the moon watches as pilgrims dissolve bread in warm milk to feed their faith
a rusted sigil sinks into soil made soft with borrowed light
elancharan gunasekaran 