in the chasm of frequencies a rogue ships listens to the whispers of the cosmos
Tag: Singapore
the autumn moon calls me kin and every step forward breaks the bones of creation
each severed neck births a new verse a raucous melody
in a world that unravels faster than stories can stitch it
made eternal or devoured every star trembles in its cosmic cage
a wizard squints into the storm: this will summon a dragon or a cat that will burn the world
a thousand armies march boots grinding ancient stars to dust
buried mountains deep a spark of chaos gathers the stillness of stone to bosom
we summon what the heavens fear hope & humanity from this frail and desecrated flesh
they say it gets easier by the hour this bloody debacle of listening to the mad gods’ whispers