almost empty street crows picking apart the roadkill
Tag: monostich
allowing the gods to flow through this flesh autumn dawn
shadows pause for a moment and trail the smoke from incense
dreams of the azure the collision of majestic waves
come find us between the dew and fogged whispers
slow wheeling this bag of meat to the misty hills
autumn I grow tired of the lacklustre camaraderie of humans
the auburn of senses autumn i truly see
the gaze of the forest awakens something within me
three eyes tell the tale of the human who wandered into the maw of the forest
elancharan gunasekaran 