a sliver of winter lives on in grey reflections of liquid and glass
Tag: fiction
the ritual gaze into the abyss and then: birdsong
the wraiths of night have followed me from bed to light
ghosts haunt the alleys between coffee shop tables driven by a phantom hunger that is seemingly present to the watcher’s good eye
dark before dawn glass towers reflect the solitude of another world
quiet now the pilgrim sleeps undisturbed upon a bed of thorns
binary sensations rendered in a computational simulation: sweet dreams
the cold metal gaze offers no warmth but the silence and security of algorithms
quiet and undying enough drama let go of flesh and become one with the machine
saltwater lungs the coast swallows the song of spring
elancharan gunasekaran 