the pilgrim fades into the horizon flesh melds with elemental wilderness
Tag: Singapore
the poem despises the beast who writes it with bloodied hands and a heavy heart
an otherworldly gaze parries the deathblow the force of spirit against fury’s blade
a cup of silver that steams in moonlight and is always filled to the brim with godly ale
as the sun sets brittle birds settle in a glass jar to measure the eternity of night
the child you never named blooms sharp unapologetic and somehow still beautiful
eyes like bruised starlight solemnly speak of ancient ways
the rain paused in prayer as we lit candles in unlit places for the umbral deity
the gods look upon curious as monks debate the emptiness between mantras
not a person not a god an idea that bleeds like static from every fiber of being
