freedom – Page 136 – elancharan gunasekaran

when you truly begin to understand that the quiet is part of the chaos

bodies dissolve into soft pink mists battleships torn asunder

here lies a universe untamed a galaxy undone by its own children

i am already unmade a ghost singing in a tongue no ears will hear

i kneel before you bare and allow your fangs to annihilate my very being

in the chasm of frequencies a rogue ships listens to the whispers of the cosmos

the autumn moon calls me kin and every step forward breaks the bones of creation

each severed neck births a new verse a raucous melody

a king’s crown melts and sprouts into a garden of blades

where prophecy ends and nothingness begins from her laughter