Pouring – A Poem

Everyday I am bleeding
Awash I travel
Like a cloud of snakes
A gorgon’s head through rivers
I may not congeal
Upon the floor
I lie shallow
As deep as footsteps
I rush away
But every stream comes
To a head

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