look within and ask what will the quiet birth this spring night
Tag: senryu
flesh stilled by glass spires stabbing at the dark side of the moon
the sky is not blue but the memory of a pale god unmade
i see the future not the way you do an alternate reality that creeps on you in slow pulsating waves of stupor
dusk the forest full of ghosts who will sip your name from bones
the wax hot drips down his wrist to the ground that was built on rumor and myth
tonight the silence is prey hunted and flees the forest on quiet steps
why do we play this game this riddle called war when there are no winners only losers
left too long to exist in the rain of time moss covered stones without a name
the fires stop dancing to witness the sacrifice a mousedeer leaps into the pyre laughing
elancharan gunasekaran 