the body wakes from the coldfire coursing through veins remaking the flesh and transforming the mind of man into serpentlike singularity
Tag: Elancharan
to the mynah i say: anatomy separates us but dreams connect us
the pilgrim does not discriminate between quiet and absolution the path is all that matters
half moon: between the roil of waves unfinished futures are shaped
spring: gently made of the desires we yearn to hold
illuminated by quiet street lamps a ball of mist dances on its axis
lying in the darkness you come to realize the one truth: where we wake is where we end
bodies pile upon my brown self and know that when i say this i say it with love: home
the day’s hunt is over: ears find the source of the kingfisher’s song
overeager bodies battle the rain throwing fists and psychotic tantrums all for name and glory in this mad war
elancharan gunasekaran 