late autumn if the seen is said will the unseen be unsaid
Tag: fantasy
clandestine eyes observe the flesh in ways you could never imagine
watchers in the dark do you see the light as I see it
first light some mouths have too much to say
coffee at noon and the art of not dying
the dark moves on but the stragglers linger in limbo
this introspection has been entertaining ciao my love
autumn evening does your voice rage at the world
the machine prompts and the flesh answers with naivety
words will be words you can start by eating your bombs
elancharan gunasekaran 