monostich – Page 11 – elancharan gunasekaran

sleep mends the flesh binds shadow to limbs with the utmost care

crashing out on the sidewalk: just because the gods above and below have abandoned us all

effortlessly: cold bodies glide through the veil of grey

deliberate each instance of the crawl into the void’s womb

as we leap and dance: becoming the fools we were meant to be under a concrete tree

paradise lost: the hidden word reveals itself to those who are tempted

pre-shaded notions of sky: control the mind and everything else will fall in place

reach into and gather: gravity wells in empty eye sockets

clock is ticking: the pilgrim strays dancing to the winds of heresy

the summer sky births omens: read lips and do not speak a word