Meeting Time

The bleeding
brave the cold
in search of carrion.
Their wounds are
mouths of pain,
with no time
for healing,
for silence.

Finding the silent dead
to feed on,
gratitude is no longer
necessary, but
the electricity of the
blood continues moving
towards
meeting
time.

It isn’t difficult to
meet time:
over electric blood,
truth is ability

breathing the
patient solitude
of dreams.

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