Life’s blood trickles
Like water
Desperate
Through vessels
Cracked and crazed
Ever thinning
Making wounds of wrinkles
And dreams of substance
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Life’s blood trickles
Like water
Desperate
Through vessels
Cracked and crazed
Ever thinning
Making wounds of wrinkles
And dreams of substance
Broken hands know nothing
In tattered reaching they serve
Only to grasp and fumble
What crumbling remains still
Had not yet fallen
Or entirely broken.