Tag: poem

how can i forget the moon bitten by the wolf of dark

the landscape whispers in soft tones of wood

curious of what the deranged piece of meat might offer

add salt to the void and the result is zero

believe that this flesh exists in an infinite illusion

quietly the seasons fold space and time

autumn the blood crawls back into limbs

rain outside we cringe at the gecko’s tail swishing

black guards trail behind queen blue butterfly

deep wood junglefowl dances atop its log throne