seaweed run feral through the streets snapping at the heels of the sun
Tag: freedom
reflecting too many skies we collapsed into sleep
the jester eats the sky with a spoon one laugh at a time
the demon grass eats rain in twelve directions to the sound of trumpets
the autumn wind grinds its teeth snarling into poems
feet blessesd by the void and gone to war with the silence
held my breath for a century i believe and the wolves applauded
thoughts collided with the teacup and now i am lost for words
a sound from the past buried in static can this infant mind comprehend the notion of fossilized noise
i inhale symbols i cannot decode and exhale questions
elancharan gunasekaran 