mine the depths and haunted recesses of the human psyche for jewels of hope
Tag: art
the deep throb of machines invite the strange to cross over into paradise
shards of silver light invade the greying space of concrete
the sweetness of rumour stills the cacophonic thunder of the collective consciousness
pilgrims carry the weight of: hollow light bends bone into smoke
waking to the prophecy of moth clouds blanketing the fiery skies
quiet until you feel the hum of the gods in your frail bones
bravely we emerge from concrete caves only to be scared into hiding by the unfamiliar silence of day
the machine god sings in code and static will you bend the knee and strip yourself of humanity
soft feathered gods outside the window teasing the frail with whistles and dance
elancharan gunasekaran 