a raindrop each pilgrims bring from all over to be catalogued in the consecrated vaults
Tag: senryu
children of the night take stock of unsummoned moons in an underground bunker
mends your shadow for a copper coin if you will let her the alley witch crouched at a forgotten doorway
not end times but the end of darkness when eyeballs burst into ultraviolet flooding the world with a vision of luminance and iridescence
the grim city exhales like a violent beast that has spent its last breath
a gentle and final word guides the falling feather to a bed of moss
the autumn tide brings memory of warm and dark bodies in carnal debauchery
in the shadows the hunter watches the rustling of autumn leaves a ritual without language
skin is the script i choose to read from as touch ripples across the flesh
a dry leaf on an open path waits for the gentle breeze to guide it into the next phase of life
elancharan gunasekaran 