art – Page 20 – elancharan gunasekaran

the autumn forest has always been a safe place for unfinished forms

like berries you’re warned not to taste: poisonous lips

a familiar tide of warmth washes over cold bodies and eradicates karmic indoctrination

the void reached out and i felt no urge to explain

cages dissolve in the autumn rain revelations of the mind and flesh will not be policed

i returned to bed with the monster knowing it was simply an honest being

feels like a mad dream when a pause in eternity allows for warmth and birdsong to return

lose ourselves to the vastness of the void where the subconscious outgrows morality and mortality to conquer the weakness of flesh

grim descension found every version of myself alive and breathing

in a cathedral of impossible anatomies devotees come bearing a broken piece of something found along the pilgrimage to the patchwork lord a sundered leaf an orphaned petal a fragment of a mind battlefield appendages abandoned cast out and now finally a place to call home