in sympathy with old machines bones hum
Tag: Elancharan
spring winds offered a blueprint for silence
direction to my old self the worm gave me
limbs recoil at the first sunrise in days
sleep beneath a broken engine dreaming i am water
craters bloom moss cushions the rainfall
fungal veil a cathedral roof pulses quiet light
the woods speak in thunder softly always
silence wears the bones of kings
i dreamt the prophecy in my blood the language of leviathans: unworldly floods
elancharan gunasekaran 