rivers unspoken wyrm spires twist in knots along the spines of men
Tag: Singapore
the ground is alive a beast of earth and root clawing at the feathers of divinity
pale winds carve stories of a time before on the faces of obsidian rock
where gods bicker over dice and planets bloom like flowers
once upon a time the stars were our shields now they drift and sing bound to none
old trees break free of earthen chains and chant in broken patterns
the mad gods play dice with the neon tides of memory
wild cats claw at origami moons as gravity disintegrates
in slow measured breaths we exhale mist into the silent morning
i wonder if the autumn sky remembers every cloud that ever existed
elancharan gunasekaran 