death looks on curious as to what the infant mind might conjure
Tag: monostich
one seeks to understand death while the other seeks to touch it
between bedsheet changes the night moth dances across the veil
this introspection has been entertaining ciao my love
autumn evening does your voice rage at the world
the machine prompts and the flesh answers with naivety
words will be words you can start by eating your bombs
spiralling as we question the worth of this flesh
a coin or more for the disowned dreams on the sidewalk
in the quantum sense it is impossible to be still
elancharan gunasekaran 