Tag: senryu

you finish the carving of a sigil and it finishes you

within this infernal prism of glass ribs light folds like paper here

the oldest texts are cocoons and if opened right night transforms into neon

void archive the librarian burns spineless books to keep herself warm

lightning hums raw in the gullet of the ancient beast

pilgrims kneel and drink in the memory of the dragon’s destruction

emerald fires learn to rustle dangerously like the leaves of ancient jungles

the thunder long gone maelstrom moths whisper weather into innocent clouds

only the bravest confront the absurdity of existence and cosmic truth in golden ratios

rain falls in monochromatic syllables the world blinked in astonishment and turned hollow