Tag: senryu

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

throwing shade into the indefinite darkness of this night

wait out this winter night beckoned to bed by the likes of rakshasa horns