autumn cracks open bones and lets the winds whistle through the marrow
Tag: senryu
nail beds bloom rust prayers made to the call of an unnamed bird
there is no darkness only flesh pretending to be alive
we too are seeds waiting for wildfires to cremate us
soft dusky skin claimed by the autumn night
between 0 and 1 waiting to bloom in a garden of electric leaves
when machines sleep they dream of trees swaying gently in the autumn breeze
the dawn interrupts itself and the colors come crashing into bones
if this then that if not this return a prayer to the glitch
the hollow hum of digits orbiting the void
elancharan gunasekaran 