frail body humbled by the virus
Tag: Elancharan
the connection to the cosmos is lost
the color of silence: a shade of light grey
somewhere in the zen garden heavy breathing
find myself in a room with enough light to pray
fresh wave of dark clouds deconstructing omens
grey mist this too feels like a familiar dream
fresh earth we emerge from concrete caves
day seven the virus crawls out from under ashes
day four discard this battered shell into fires
