in the heart of the nebula a child is born she bends light breaking the bones of stars
Tag: Singapore
we are not gods here but merely passengers in entropy’s wreckage
mouth of serpents drinking the storm and spitting liquid lightning into the seas
rivers unspoken wyrm spires twist in knots along the spines of men
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
elancharan gunasekaran 