taking out the trash at the final hour comes death
Tag: monostich
between words in the pauses laying the bricks of reality
hard breaths of fresh air until the summer fog fades
dusk the children disguise art as a weapon of mass destruction
only the soul can fathom the indescribable void
paper contact the ink flows from grain to brim
summer i feel and i understand the depth of this existence
mynahs standing ground against the four wheeled monster
summer the stage made effable with trained silence
pull the trigger and switch from flesh to verse
elancharan gunasekaran 