waves split the summer sky as fire drips from the marrow of the divine
Tag: freedom
mistborne serpents coil and drag us from bed to river’s edge
like wounded beasts we writhe in the pale fire of morning
the last warm tide of summer brings fishsong to frail bodies
the act of breaking morning dew releases the voice of the divine held within
from a black river the pilgrim crawls out with a forbidden fruit clutched between teeth
get dressed she said: the void wrapped himself in cosmic fire
petals hum in heat and the horizon bleeds forever
the grey creeps across the concrete paradise and traps us in bed
the self sustaining stain on my soul with each written word a painless pleasure
elancharan gunasekaran 