we feel poetry and art
in the sensitive veins
that run through soul and
carry not blood but spirit
blood
Vein
i bleed words,
ink drops, and
poetry merges —
blackish-crimson
autobiography
Vital correspondences
“Now this may sound nonsense, but that is merely because we are fools. There is an eternal vital correspondence between our blood and the sun: there is an eternal vital correspondence between our nerves and
—D. H. Lawrence (1885–1930), Apocalypse, 1931