dusk under the hot shower wounds of the soul cauterized
Tag: senryu
sawdust and dreams of the void the barrenness of this day
the first few days of september and there is nothing left to feel of summer
and within the symbiotic network of lichen a place for the human consciousness
moss scattered on broken walls the forest invades our dreams
people in the streets picking up fire and flinging them back into night skies
death at dusk stands outside the gates with a bowl for alms
the pale skies beg for fire and flames of impartial dissent
reply to the messages of phantoms hidden in the fog
summer dusk we reclaim flesh and hours lost to the heat
elancharan gunasekaran 