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