Tag: senryu

a skirmish in the cold forest to fulfill the terms of madness

burning summer greens whilst the flesh slumbers

silver winds the only constant across this plane of flesh

there is comfort in this cradle of roots enough for all

soft phony faces looking at a shot of living the high life

stand by my bedside and watch the body wither

deviate and descend into the well of cerebral matter

divine by the hour night’s terrors given a taste of moksha

last light we celebrate the renaissance of touch

step outside and let the shadows guide you to the edge