the dawn interrupts itself and the colors come crashing into bones
Tag: freedom
if this then that if not this return a prayer to the glitch
the hollow hum of digits orbiting the void
in the language of trees a lullaby takes root again
rivers still sing with the rhythm of worlds unwritten
spread rust on bread and watch quantum realities collapse
00 11 01 10 moths circle the synthetic fires of forgotten gods
if each moment devours the next what will humanity be left with
we don’t speak chaos will be the language of the flesh we write with
paper frogs leap into the gaping maw of the sleeping storm
elancharan gunasekaran 