dusk we navigate the last of droplets to return flesh to cradle
Tag: freedom
death looks on curious as to what the infant mind might conjure
one seeks to understand death while the other seeks to touch it
between bedsheet changes the night moth dances across the veil
this introspection has been entertaining ciao my love
autumn evening does your voice rage at the world
the machine prompts and the flesh answers with naivety
words will be words you can start by eating your bombs
spiralling as we question the worth of this flesh
a coin or more for the disowned dreams on the sidewalk
elancharan gunasekaran 