as the sun sets brittle birds settle in a glass jar to measure the eternity of night
Tag: senryu
the child you never named blooms sharp unapologetic and somehow still beautiful
eyes like bruised starlight solemnly speak of ancient ways
the rain paused in prayer as we lit candles in unlit places for the umbral deity
the gods look upon curious as monks debate the emptiness between mantras
not a person not a god an idea that bleeds like static from every fiber of being
heartbeats sync with traffic lights and each alley is a blinking eye
the stars have stopped arriving and yet he chants in the darkness a pilgrim yearning salvation
smoke seeps from skin midnight the body is on fire with memories of another age
the forest grim laughs coldly at your need for north as the lands warp and morph
elancharan gunasekaran 