noon shore blue gods return our treasures
Tag: Elancharan
little ones still sleep the ruckus of mynahs
confluence of morning light her eyes
the slow walk towards bell ringing in the dark
ponder this existence fuchsia skies
complete darkness i we resist
still dark red light wisp pulses with urgency
tunnel vision the red light drifts further
gin in the bloodstream body on fire
watching the shadow vines sway
