we too are seeds waiting for wildfires to cremate us
Tag: Elancharan
soft dusky skin claimed by the autumn night
between 0 and 1 waiting to bloom in a garden of electric leaves
when machines sleep they dream of trees swaying gently in the autumn breeze
the dawn interrupts itself and the colors come crashing into bones
if this then that if not this return a prayer to the glitch
the hollow hum of digits orbiting the void
in the language of trees a lullaby takes root again
rivers still sing with the rhythm of worlds unwritten
spread rust on bread and watch quantum realities collapse
