on a single thread of certainty the eternal flame feeds
Tag: monostich
as the sun sets brittle birds settle in a glass jar to measure the eternity of night
the child you never named blooms sharp unapologetic and somehow still beautiful
eyes like bruised starlight solemnly speak of ancient ways
the rain paused in prayer as we lit candles in unlit places for the umbral deity
the gods look upon curious as monks debate the emptiness between mantras
gaze long enough into the glow of the fallen star and you will be reminded of its treachery
across cold ancient waters boats carry the burden of unanswered prayers
not a person not a god an idea that bleeds like static from every fiber of being
heartbeats sync with traffic lights and each alley is a blinking eye
elancharan gunasekaran 