in a hideout void of rime feeding ghostlight to the wounded satyr
Tag: freedom
shed silence like a skin still warm
in sympathy with old machines bones hum
spring winds offered a blueprint for silence
direction to my old self the worm gave me
limbs recoil at the first sunrise in days
sleep beneath a broken engine dreaming i am water
craters bloom moss cushions the rainfall
fungal veil a cathedral roof pulses quiet light
the woods speak in thunder softly always
elancharan gunasekaran 