making sense of the magic that bleeds through the pale veil
Tag: monostich
soft shelled humans decaying in the light of the cold dusk
between the matted knots of leaves the darkness reimagined
beneath the arch of bent bodies the summer blood boils
race against the dying light to put out the fires of flesh
the rain at dusk minus the violence in our souls
reasoning and bodies disappearing in the dark between trees
patch back into this system of misty trees and bare bodies
for a moment the heart is stilled by the peace
an exchange of barely breathable gases at the evening table
elancharan gunasekaran 