Blood churns,

Roaring like waves in our flesh,

Processing like the air in our lungs

Blood spills,

Escaping the chalice of life,

Brimming in the gutters of the earth

A writhing mass or steadfast entity,

One and the same

It is the marionette that controls this silly world,

Yet the tortured immortal that suffers each injury

Tonight, blood is suspended in the night sky,

A centralized eye of sanguine elegance

A contemplative god observing insignificance,

Enraptured in its own crimson tide

Duality takes many forms,

Tonight the moon serves as it’s messenger

An assurance of blessing and curse,

Of life and suffering,

A cycle never ending but always moving,

Projected silently for all to see