Testo Fate Drainer

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