literature – Page 151 – elancharan gunasekaran

roots wrap bones as chaos grows in the belly of the earth

lightning cracks open the sky’s spine revealing night’s hunger

in slow measured breaths we exhale mist into the silent morning

i wonder if the autumn sky remembers every cloud that ever existed

fish scales shift from shimmer to dust and the sea becomes a mouth with too many tongues

waves collapsing into waves until the idea of form is drowned

let the ink run wild break sentence and bones return flesh to a time that never made any sense

before i could catch its tail a poem falls through the gaps and shatters into a million and more microcosms

the autumn clouds spat out stones each one an unfinished map of paradise

we stood in a circle unspeaking the ants came first followed by the ghosts in red