an almanac of every raindrop that split a microcosm in two
Tag: fiction
i wore a cloak stitched of antimatter and traces of void in memory of a brittle little planet
equations of flesh and flame stardust spiral into bones
third eye visions severed from the thread of fate’s loom
heart of ash a silent symphony pulses in the void
smelling war in the wind wolves fall to heir knees
the serpent has forgotten its name but remembers every war and plague mongered
it is not the dark that needs conquering but the vile things in the deep
shadows descend into the cavern where the sun once fell and fractured
moss grows from a moonlit fox which speaks in riddles
elancharan gunasekaran 