winter canal the drowned envy the living
Tag: Elancharan
morse code in night sky that strange feeling
standing skin to skin the last of drizzle
lift crawls up the unfinished concrete titan
frail bodies crash into winter winds
sitting in nighttime cinders the circle drawn
death recognises death winter evening
silence surrounds the broken god
behind fortified glass dusk bodies slump
imagine you rising from wood ash and embers
