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aranya #12: Rendezvous

Under a rectangle of moonlight Qi and Kaththi sit on a mat of leaves Stick falls on stone an eye implores two silences speak Kaththi stiffens nods quietly leaves

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lust

the epiphany of flight a congress of feathers the hesitantly rising morning sun untethered mind muslin skin perforated silences guttural cackle of bone river of undulating flesh caressing the stain tongue, breath, fume burning forest of thoughts two becomes one … Continue reading

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One song

There is only one song One reed The sound slithers through the windows Of the eternal flute Scouting for an opening Searching for a solitude That it will never find Heart of the fire🔥 from which time came And left … Continue reading

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aranya #5: Kaththi

Kaththi wasn’t like other humans. The blood that ran through his veins pulsed with the beating heart of the forest. He was heresy. A poltergeist. A kind of curator, of history. He was the poacher. Of stories. When Troy fell … Continue reading

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aranya #4: Djyn Qi (of the shinagava clan)

The years had traced their ontologies into his face. It was a battlefield of humours. His eyes were a window from which the multiverse indulgently gazed into the forest. The window was shut. The forest nourished him. Nobody knew how old … Continue reading

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aranya #2

The forest is cruel. The forest is kind. The forest is generous. The forest is selfish.  The forest curates. It also allows. It finds darkness by following the light.  It is the seed of chaos , the wild laugh in … Continue reading

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Beginnings

They passed their misery around And fueled it Each affirmation was a drop Of life in the seed’s turning Into stem There was no drama As it floundered through Into the the day The most intimate impulse As tune is to … Continue reading

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