the gods are long gone but belief is a stubborn echo of our humanity
Tag: Singapore
the sickle grows sharper with each harvest of a soul’s silence
mist and temple incense dance to the sensual song of dawn
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
