after dark we redefine the quiet to suit our manic needs
Tag: senryu
desperation and the fog that threatens every waking step
in some sense death is art until you can no longer breathe
evening incense trail the illusion of the dead lingers amongst the living
free yourself from this winter night it has nothing against you
rebels and mutineers for limbs until the light fades
winter night if you find the gossamer threads between bodies try not to break it please
mandate the eyes and flesh to witness the dying of the candle fire
dark before dawn from the first conscious breath life bursts forth
04:13am threading cold currents in this sea of bedsheets
elancharan gunasekaran 