the river wasn’t where it was supposed to be this morning flowing free from the third eye of foreheads
Tag: art
dark before dawn we untangle limbs into unfinished shapes
summer twilight a beast reminds you of your childhood
speak thy command and we will unbegin
you drank fire disguised as truth and now you see through all veils
summer the rooster’s silence breaks up the morning storm
after the dream your bones itch with unfinished magic
the stone in your pocket hums to the fog frosted summer moon
too much of silence and moss begins to grow on expired tongues
a bell chimes and a swarm of dragonflies explode from your ribcage
elancharan gunasekaran 