summer we resist the pandering of old ways
Tag: Elancharan
nothing soft about the rain on frail bodies
rush hour an old god stops to watch the sunrise
tunnel lights contort and spiral out of control
sound of fighter jets cold winds flash heated
do not reason with the darkness it is absolute
neon lights sink with the silence dusk
a memory of waves pieces of a broken ship
summer dawn a black tide rides the blue
dusk across the highway in the faint drizzle
