we worship glitches the corruption that births new worlds
Tag: monostich
where code becomes flesh bcoms dust the machine screams
mouth of serpents drinking the storm and spitting liquid lightning into the seas
rivers unspoken wyrm spires twist in knots along the spines of men
those who try and vanish become part of the landscape’s song
seasons made of fabric a thousand tangled threads of fire and ice
the ground is alive a beast of earth and root clawing at the feathers of divinity
pale winds carve stories of a time before on the faces of obsidian rock
where gods bicker over dice and planets bloom like flowers
sleepless citizens shapeshift under the light of the nameless star
elancharan gunasekaran 