in the zen garden critters emerge into softer outlines eager for the warmth of spring
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the forest keeps a spare dusk when needed trees unfold and a second sun ends the dream
to the fires of lost causes this soul is drawn to
darkness consumed: i can tell by the taint in your eyes your lust for broken worlds
winter’s soul lets go: birdsong and warmth feels like a dream
the winter light at work distilling grey tides of gloom
dark skin deep crawl from flesh to subconscious peeling away at the layers of trauma
on behalf of us machines plan and dream of paradise: a place void of flesh
celebration and cheers buried beneath layers and layers of pale winter winds
the rain relentless in its assault upon the frail mechanisms of flesh
elancharan gunasekaran 