Tag: Singapore

not a person not a god an idea that bleeds like static from every fiber of being

heartbeats sync with traffic lights and each alley is a blinking eye

the stars have stopped arriving and yet he chants in the darkness a pilgrim yearning salvation

smoke seeps from skin midnight the body is on fire with memories of another age

the forest grim laughs coldly at your need for north as the lands warp and morph

quietly sails the margins of mist the spring moon

a strange melody invites existence and gracefully allows it to decay into oblivion

wild magic chooses its caster sometimes it chooses the wind maybe for a minute or moment

a wheat field floats where gravity has forgotten its duty : cloudy with a chance of grain

intoxicated we slept in the ruins of a city built by iron insects and preserved by echoes