follow the smoke from prayer sticks
Tag: Elancharan
dusk the intricacies of tendons and limbs
curious. the body/ filters: nocturnal sounds.
woken by the silence raw
a short soak in the well of darkness
noon shadows loiter never still never known
the prayer repeats itself summer shore
an offering to scorched winds
lunar grind waves against summer winds
dawn moon slowly fades into heavens
