freedom – Page 179 – elancharan gunasekaran

shadows descend into the cavern where the sun once fell and fractured

buried mountains deep a spark of chaos gathers the stillness of stone to bosom

we summon what the heavens fear hope & humanity from this frail and desecrated flesh

they say it gets easier by the hour this bloody debacle of listening to the mad gods’ whispers

dusk fire skies birth thunder in the shape of laughter

our feet rustle the leaves: part tune part terror half risen half forgotten

warped bodies brimming with words we were never meant to say

the ancient sorcery thickens pouring down from cracked constellations

each note a fine thread that tangles in the root of throats

he whispered a language that has no mouth like a serpent shedding skin on stone