under the aqueduct of slow time

drink the black liquid and forget, the next swan is coming. get in here, get in me. the trail is almost invisible. the mass of land dies below.

what if my body lost the ability to heal? i open my hand once again. to see the red. to let it mingle with water. the lace in the stream. an appealing image of perishing hope.

the time is a fake being, an artificial monster that keeps returning to you in the anxious laughter of eternity.

is.

the unreliable blood of this universe.

::: just skin :::