Tag: Elancharan

end of a season shadows circle pillar of fire

left to age in a vat the substance of oblivion

flesh vortex we need only us they them it

flesh vortex the body becomes nameless

flesh vortex stripping labels from bodies

cold winds at dawn whisper the phantom’s name

head full of questions the starling too in doubt

dreamless sleep where have the voices gone to

i’ve said too much is it autumn yet

baby snake imagines itself as a coiled root unearthed and then an autumn twig and finally transforms into a locomotive slowly sliding across the tar into the dark belly of the undergrowth