the magic of reading word after word is lost somewhere between the pages we may see the bigger picture but the essence of small details eludes our frail minds
Tag: senryu
last breath: the memory of war and fire coils inside as the darkness grows hungry
the crystalline rasp of claws cuts through armored ship hull and sunders the soul
still a part of our deeper consciousness rebels against the well oiled machinations of paradise
mists of day smothers the fire and from the ashes the faceless arise clawing at the hollow of their chest
obsidian beetles carry dead stars across gardens and into the heart of the bonfire
the sweetness of rumour stills the cacophonic thunder of the collective consciousness
pilgrims carry the weight of: hollow light bends bone into smoke
waking to the prophecy of moth clouds blanketing the fiery skies
father tide i hear your choir in the currents and surrender to your deep
elancharan gunasekaran 