from hollow bones of oblivion a beast of prophecy is birthed
the ash beneath our quiet feet inherits the language of the gods
limbs tangled rot in crystal sleep
the sea froths and forges daggers of icy currents
a spell of moonlight backfires flesh begins to rust
summer after dawn bones bloom in apology
there are two parts to madness: a person and the phenomena
summer the last light of dusk smothered by an infant storm
how strange no one remembers the soul who lit the stars
the answers you seek are in the forest where the leaves fall to the floor in rhythm and the silence of carcasses question your very existence
elancharan gunasekaran 