without a doubt you make the night young again
Tag: fiction
hair standing on end as we raze the hay and succumb to the smoke
take form and be damned to the eternal void
why comprehend these human feelings why not let go
summer noon to the flame we bare our souls
the darker the urge the greater the pleasure or so the voices say
testing the boundaries of this flesh with ruined nails
the solemn command to remain in limbo
the quiet after the storm a dream of bells ringing
summer dream: messages encrypted in cosmic vibrations
elancharan gunasekaran 