words and dust to scaffold the fragile world we’ve created the question remains how long will this last?
Tag: freedom
the incense trail finds the frail mind and the illusion of paradise crumbles
look within and ask what will the quiet birth this spring night
flesh stilled by glass spires stabbing at the dark side of the moon
the soft breath of mist over the hills in silent decay
a thousand eyed tree at the end of a decrepit tunnel questions your sanity
lips burn as serpents and scaled beasts slither free reshaping reality
the sky is not blue but the memory of a pale god unmade
i see the future not the way you do an alternate reality that creeps on you in slow pulsating waves of stupor
the noon drizzle disturbs the old gods sleeping in the dust
elancharan gunasekaran 