the milk and the moon have gone their separate ways: one chases hunger the other forgets purity
Tag: monostich
a slice of void helps quiet the mind
this stillness cannot be described and yet I try halfway to the land of sleep
cast its spell the blood moon has and now the hunter craves for the deadly chase through thicket and thorn
bear witness to the rain in spring that cries itself a thousandfold in a single dusk
the spring moon shifts her weight and still waters ripple with pleasure
rehearsing peace: as the bombs drop the bodies do not exit stage they simply lay motionless eyes wide open gazing into the hearts of the audience
the blood moon knows that bellies will be filled with the red of ale tonight
orange in the horizon a spring moth rushes into the fire
a feathered god once told me: survive the dream and you will survive the process
elancharan gunasekaran 