quiet and undying enough drama let go of flesh and become one with the machine
Tag: fiction
saltwater lungs the coast swallows the song of spring
the grey clings to the morning light and shapes the image of flesh
low tide: scattered pieces of the spring moon
a warped sense of belief precedes the zenith of one’s faith for it is the pilgrim who falls in path and trench and the pilgrim alone who is raised beyond the limits of mankind
when the rush fills your flesh and mind humanity is slowly lost
after dawn phantoms on the skyline dissipate gently
spring the sun peeks from behind the brutalist and the minds of men run for cover within numb skulls
guide tired limbs from bed to war spring before dawn
tide logic dictates: anything and everything where the waves can reach shall be devoured without hesitation
elancharan gunasekaran 