art – Page 78 – elancharan gunasekaran

flesh yearns for the gentle touch that splits sky and soothes bark

prayer burns behind eyes and turns air to glass mosaics

spring in the absence of light warm seas writhe in anger

you breathe in the last line and wonder if we can skip summer and go straight to autumn

emerald fires learn to rustle dangerously like the leaves of ancient jungles

the thunder long gone maelstrom moths whisper weather into innocent clouds

only the bravest confront the absurdity of existence and cosmic truth in golden ratios

rain falls in monochromatic syllables the world blinked in astonishment and turned hollow

red of lips turns into a memory of fire

to walk among dead stars is to leave your humanity behind