bus ride the slow state of flow into somatic subconscious
Tag: tanka
summer bodies swelter in the night moth’s flutter
my mind is quiet now tell the seasons to go back to their caves
the grey matter rots the maggots thrive and the light decays
three little sparrows come to claim my soul from this body
smothered between horizons the subconscious deep dive
dusk we quietly redirect the subliminal unrest
summer bodies tossed between words and touches
subconscious tuning of the silence to suit our needs
sheets of rain fall in rhythm until the void is filled
elancharan gunasekaran 