the cosmos, cataclysms, and chaos nimasha de silva

THE COSMOS, CATACLYSMS, AND CHAOS

She lays awake at night; Body— tired, muscles— tight. Though her eyes stay wide open, And she screams her demons away, Her mind remains burdened.

Her thoughts splash around like waves; Some reach shores and others hit caves. Neptune’s wrath wreaks havoc and chaos; Her road for the stars — lost in a vortex, And cataclysms rage war in her cosmos.

She contemplates how to untangle, Tightly wound emotions deemed unrecognizable. And so, she wanders across the seven oceans Searching for a way to calm her seas— a trident.

As the clock strikes two, Her weary mind drowns in dreams— unspoken. x

ART by GRAEME FISHMAN WORDS by NIMASHA DeSILVA

ART by JAVAN WELLUM

ART & WORDS by TENZIN GYALTSEN