drifting disconnected winds rush amok this morning
Tag: senryu
there is no urgency or consistency in existence but to be as if this being is formless
each note a question and a world crumbles under the weight of that question
a universe built from paper and each fold blacking out a sun
a canvas undone by the artist’s gaze the world vanishes from fingertips
how kind of the autumn lightning to light a cigar
ghosts in the jar pickled with forgotten conversations
madness is the pigeon who carries a letter without words
eyes like windows shatter before dawn as angels fall
the earth listens and remembers those who fought bled and fled from the great unmaking
elancharan gunasekaran 