freedom – Page 149 – elancharan gunasekaran

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

buries itself deeper in the throat of the elder elm the living blade refuses death

the first spell was a scream not meant to rule but to rupture the minds of the invaders

dusk the forest full of ghosts who will sip your name from bones

the wax hot drips down his wrist to the ground that was built on rumor and myth

bones the spectrum of light keeping the spring sky aloft

ocean waves shimmer slick with lunar sweat and warm drafts that spring brings

you open your eyes and the world sways from frost to birth

tonight the silence is prey hunted and flees the forest on quiet steps