the grey matter rots the maggots thrive and the light decays
Tag: fiction
three little sparrows come to claim my soul from this body
smothered between horizons the subconscious deep dive
dusk we quietly redirect the subliminal unrest
a hand in the black of suffering and another to receive the karmic gold
summer bodies tossed between words and touches
subconscious tuning of the silence to suit our needs
fresh bodies of wood for the furnace the grin of summerborne fires
the living void bares witness to the dance of platonic cycles
in this space of dusk we undream our sequence of lies
