Tag: Singapore

thoughts collided with the teacup and now i am lost for words

guiding the restless and silent through the dark tiny gods of light

the autumn moss breathes in the secret origins of flesh

there is no urgency or consistency in existence but to be as if this being is formless

each note a question and a world crumbles under the weight of that question

how kind of the autumn lightning to light a cigar

ghosts in the jar pickled with forgotten conversations

the earth listens and remembers those who fought bled and fled from the great unmaking

my veins are rivers leading demons far from the oasis of humanity

carry that howl in bones the animal that was once- me