when the flame forgets it’s a flame will the wax harden with vengeance
Tag: freedom
roots clutch earth like a body that knows its grave
saltwater dreams somewhere a bird forgets its wings
autumn cracks open bones and lets the winds whistle through the marrow
nail beds bloom rust prayers made to the call of an unnamed bird
there is no darkness only flesh pretending to be alive
we too are seeds waiting for wildfires to cremate us
soft dusky skin claimed by the autumn night
between 0 and 1 waiting to bloom in a garden of electric leaves
when machines sleep they dream of trees swaying gently in the autumn breeze
elancharan gunasekaran 