a beast the shape of a question yawns and reality forgets
Tag: freedom
what of the mad gods you ask: they melt into puddles at the edge of the void
godly halos pawned for riddles and miracles eaten by stray dogs
the forest grim laughs coldly at your need for north as the lands warp and morph
quietly sails the margins of mist the spring moon
a strange melody invites existence and gracefully allows it to decay into oblivion
wild magic chooses its caster sometimes it chooses the wind maybe for a minute or moment
a wheat field floats where gravity has forgotten its duty : cloudy with a chance of grain
intoxicated we slept in the ruins of a city built by iron insects and preserved by echoes
phantoms float above fields of war wrapped in winter’s fog
elancharan gunasekaran 