BLEEDING REALITY

Shadow cuts
Through reality
An infinite
Future Possibility

It freeze
The obvious
In gaining
Delicate subtlety

A companion
The whole life,
In pain and pleasure.
Glued to presence

Tore the coffin
In companion feel,
Nothing remained
In my vacant look

Rare thy
Tenuous presence
Between life and
In death

It really cuts
Through time
Enveloping present
In bleeding reality