Tag: fiction

roots clutch earth like a body that knows its grave

saltwater dreams somewhere a bird forgets its wings

there is no darkness only flesh pretending to be alive

we too are seeds waiting for wildfires to cremate us

when machines sleep they dream of trees swaying gently in the autumn breeze

the dawn interrupts itself and the colors come crashing into bones

in the language of trees a lullaby takes root again

rivers still sing with the rhythm of worlds unwritten

spread rust on bread and watch quantum realities collapse

00 11 01 10 moths circle the synthetic fires of forgotten gods