Abstract in Blues XVIII

bloodletting ink
one calculated drop at a time
praying to never deplete
the diminishing well


7 thoughts on “Abstract in Blues XVIII

  1. reminds me, elementally, of Thomas Cole’s Voyage of Life into Manhood
    is there a song to sing, to hear the waves, the lap language of time in fingers,
    rivers collect the dust in the clouds and here we are hearing the words, splash after splash
    quiet roars, the insistence of the dark to be seen is always heard first and we know this
    throwing caution, like a handful of posies as wishes into the water, just to watch the sound
    of how emptying is like any other part of our humanity, waiting to be filled, before depleted

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