tripping: i take the city by its horns and wrestle with neon lights
Tag: Elancharan
spring after dark i am the quiet you denied
thin fingers seal the setting sun beneath dirt under the pilgrim’s measured breath a prayer blankets the rage and peace settles in karmic layers of darkness
ghosts haunt the alleys between coffee shop tables driven by a phantom hunger that is seemingly present to the watcher’s good eye
dark before dawn glass towers reflect the solitude of another world
quiet now the pilgrim sleeps undisturbed upon a bed of thorns
eyes across skin: frail limbs watch and relearn the odd ways of flesh
scry the mourning skies for omens of the coming light
the first word is laid in damp earth and the rest follows like a spring stream abound
spring after dark the rift between dreams and the machine mind deepens
elancharan gunasekaran 