I want the divinity of lust

I watch for the divinity of lust

THE IDEAL THAT QUIETS THE HEAT OF DEATH

Eidolon

Towards the summer sky

I make a shape of heart

With my clumsy hands

This is the feel of life

In his dreams, Rajan searches for the ghosts. He hunts for them, tracing their footsteps in the dirt. He is back in his hometown—he knows these roads. The moonlight shivers on his skin. The crooked streets rattle around him. His heart burns in his chest. Baba, mama. Where are you?