Tag: fiction

spring: gently made of the desires we yearn to hold

illuminated by quiet street lamps a ball of mist dances on its axis

lying in the darkness you come to realize the one truth: where we wake is where we end

filling the mute man’s moans with birdsong spring mynahs puff their chests with pride

dark before dawn the rain has a mind made of quantum drizzles

apocalypse denied: god bless the mynah who spoke the tongue of the serpent

the spring moon grips the resting mind: ethereal roots fraying and untangling the strands seperating conscious from the subconscious pulling you deep into the realm of dreams

paradise after dark shadows stretch from the darkest recesses of the human soul

spring morning the gods of the concrete demand a sacrifice: screams

rainfall: in step and wake where she manifests the ground be hallowed