Wherever, Whenever

How long all this will go on, the circulating blood—hauling, having  its way with us, around us, skin-deep  presence and us oblivious, blood that stays where it should until                     it doesn’t— how long its warming,  halting, stock-taking, unremitting run between some bloodlike-before and,  after, what then, how                    should we know, being ourselves only minor players, a bit part— where we are, when we are  in the story of blood—we’ve no idea.

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