Plasma Of Time Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

Plasma Of Time

My heart bled
and writing
was an open wound
As words
poured out
in hemorrhaged pleadings
No suture
or hemostat
clotting their flow
The nearer
the end
the harder it pumped
In gushing
pulsations of
finality
Bleeding out
what time
— could never give back

(Dreamsleep: February,2025)

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