tangents the word I was looking for as the coffee well runs dry
Tag: senryu
perfection the one true madness that some humans cannot seem to resist
softer days ahead to share with you
under waves and then the churn of realisation
a moment of clarity restarting the winds of autumn
clouds pretending to be walls and zeppelins that sail through
tossed into the chaos that is wrought of flesh
a byproduct of lost causes: rebels and rebellion
when we speak it is with brave touches and tugs of hair
passed down from ages before the art of daydreaming