dream coast the spring sky implodes
Tag: Elancharan
lowest ebb yet treasures returned to shore
bask in cold fires spring dawn
late dawn we deny the sun from rising
pond’s edge more gods appear we still our bodies
pond god approaches us we have nothing to offer
i’m barely here winter’s phantom
among things sold at goblin market- bare legs
shells filled with salt and tidal reprise
admonish the spring sky for the grey
