under bedsheets the treasures we find amongst cold limbs
Tag: senryu
dusk the eternal drizzle begs the question: why?
gaze beyond the rain curtain to find our true selves
repeat after me: flesh and bone, flesh and bone…
winged gods meld with the concrete abyss
the overcast sky undermining our faith in flesh
where do we even begin from the rubble or screams and yet we know how it all ends
a wave of standing ovations as dictators denounce their humanity on stage
flail loose limbs drained of energy until curtainfall
night the rain fills orifices with a sensual sort of lethargy
elancharan gunasekaran 