oil puddle glints liquid gold
Tag: Elancharan
crows and barren trees a scene of terror
stoke the little ember
become fire
become buddha
bent spines and broken spirits winter reality
evening rush hour
the light from eyes
disappears
succumb to the cold train winter limbo
reeling in the subconscious from reality
senseless darkness binds these limbs
dusk we commit to desecrate the flesh
dangerously still the warming world
