quiet and undying enough drama let go of flesh and become one with the machine
Tag: art
saltwater lungs the coast swallows the song of spring
the grey clings to the morning light and shapes the image of flesh
low tide: scattered pieces of the spring moon
land’s end: at high tide life and death communes
in the glow of the crescent light the scars of winter orbit and vanish
spring skies weep but the mango tree rejoices: nature is truly strange
floodgates open: and time flows rushing from noon to twilight in a single breath
deepening desires unfulfilled by the rain’s march
a warped sense of belief precedes the zenith of one’s faith for it is the pilgrim who falls in path and trench and the pilgrim alone who is raised beyond the limits of mankind
elancharan gunasekaran 