fingers inch closer to spider on wall
Tag: senryu
dusk the collective rain song
spring river flows just not the way I want it to
from isolation to the sounds of spring madness
drenched feet spring the empty house
unmask the dharma buddha springs to his feet
fine tune the propaganda a voice to desire
within this microcosm another bed of lies
untie the knot and lay the virus to rest
in essence the walls close in on sanity
