Sekar Ageng

Those suppressed sounds, reverberate on snooze, buttons pressed to let them sleep dreams clutched tight stalk, awake-ephemeral,  moments of moldable clay capacity, drives borrowed consciousness,  alarms ring in twilight zonesthe day I know, why I stepped out of bed, darkened suns will fly aglow a song will play, parting silent lips now, bells will welcome a … Continue reading Missed Alarms