Tag: tanka

the river breeze sits on a thread of web

take me beyond cloud and song to the forbidden nest

the rain has died and the day begins at dusk

storm and concrete defined by the grey

shut off from the chatter the hivemind takes a moment to appreciate the rain

by design the subconscious automata

art is the one true apparatus they fear

strangers to their own skin drained faces

the morning mist clouds the light of eyes

bare hands reach for the mist at twilight