untouched the body becomes a divine relic
Tag: poem
lay beside you and orchestrate this madness
whispers in the dark spring ghosts
an old god drops a flower into the void
dusk we compose a tune of shadows
noon heat we crawl into the valley of dreams
spring omen a spider on each wall
bodies limp before the curse of television
we respond to the darkness with silence
consider the design of human frailness
