freedom – Page 148 – elancharan gunasekaran

fish scales shift from shimmer to dust and the sea becomes a mouth with too many tongues

let the ink run wild break sentence and bones return flesh to a time that never made any sense

before i could catch its tail a poem falls through the gaps and shatters into a million and more microcosms

the autumn clouds spat out stones each one an unfinished map of paradise

we stood in a circle unspeaking the ants came first followed by the ghosts in red

gather all the sounds you can hear in a box and watch it carefully for movements

the lion’s mane erupts in flames and the moon melts into sand

built a house out of screaming winds and the whispers tore it down

the green of trees curling into smoke and into the nothingness

the fullstop is hidden in plain sight waiting to explode in your liver