Cold Coagulation

Cold Coagulation

These veins
extend far beyond body-

they're road maps,
blood driven away-

intersection
fourways

meets organ

then drives away-

red poppy field- on either side,
full of fiery expression,

flutters up
starburst of yolky red life-

spark cast off the egg-
true pain, true glory-

created new scarlet webs,
reaching with a separate rhythmic beat.
Rhythmic intent.

Palpitation is it's farewell ode-

lead to where the road is an intangibly long
and straight vessel

braving the cold coagulations in time to come,
reaching to world end to taste absolutions fruit punch-

to pass through a time change;
a border end,

currency exchange-

sheafed off stratum,
a date stamped booklet, passport of sorts,

driving off
to map another land
within it's fast dying

ruby arterial sojourn~

we could fill the sea

with the
spilled blood

of man and animal.