the first rays of dawn birthed between the mynah’s beak
Tag: art
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
the summer moon unbuttons and fire forgets its appetite
the river slows to a ripple when you stop believing
the sky forgets color and the morning silence decays
moth priests of summer feeding the fire in ritual sacrifice
what if the voices in your head form your community
rain stains the lens and the world we knew turned grim and grey
a mist covered hill dreams of becoming the sea someday