mist and temple incense dance to the sensual song of dawn
Tag: Singapore
you finish the carving of a sigil and it finishes you
within this infernal prism of glass ribs light folds like paper here
the oldest texts are cocoons and if opened right night transforms into neon
void archive the librarian burns spineless books to keep herself warm
lightning hums raw in the gullet of the ancient beast
pilgrims kneel and drink in the memory of the dragon’s destruction
emerald fires learn to rustle dangerously like the leaves of ancient jungles
the thunder long gone maelstrom moths whisper weather into innocent clouds
only the bravest confront the absurdity of existence and cosmic truth in golden ratios
elancharan gunasekaran 