prophets carve humility into the luminous skin of stars
Tag: Elancharan
pixel by pixel the subconscious reprograms the galaxy
made of tides my body stetches between the moon and void
a face stitched of clouds plants a chair in the desert
the mad gods play dice with the neon tides of memory
wild cats claw at origami moons as gravity disintegrates
lightning cracks open the sky’s spine revealing night’s hunger
in slow measured breaths we exhale mist into the silent morning
i wonder if the autumn sky remembers every cloud that ever existed
waves collapsing into waves until the idea of form is drowned
elancharan gunasekaran 