like startled wild beasts the thrashing of tides as the spring moon undresses
Tag: freedom
in the wake of a rogue comet a chain of orphaned moons dragged across constellations
your eyes do not betray the culmination of dusks and dawns you have witnessed
queen bee exits stasis and calls to her brethren to be born again
the cycle renews: the smell of death as crows dig into a roadkill carcass
spring morning the tide kneels before the coast and wears a mask of devotion
before the touch of lips before the raising of glasses before the birth of consciousness inside white pods bodies spasm to life at the push of a button
geography remembers: the paths and scars of razor winds
another mouth of many stitched to the ribs whispers of: daggers in the dark
cold glow of grey a menagerie of extinguished suns kept in cages
elancharan gunasekaran 