Fall back in time
Where lain in fields of flash
Put your feet in the stream
And bleed until dry slow
Arms raise like wings
To give sense
To motionless air
For a rock, of shouts and hopes
That is heart
Like little stems we stand
Under dirt and ruins
Where still agitate
Winter wolves
And search to crawl
What runs and hides
Our will to know will rise
And I am lost
In these veins
Still rains in torrents
An hiem that knows
All is
Take care and bleed