Tag: monostich

abandon emotion and limbs for the mechanized freedom

a scene of souls guided by the neon lights of the machine god

flesh falls gently upon flesh speaking in seismic rhythm

how quietly the river dreams of the journey to sea

where the fog reaches the sun jumps into the cold stream

spring pale legs disturb the morning peace

take a picture the crow says let me haunt your phone

the landscape turns to dust and yet the flesh remains

spring the landscape barely remembers our touch