Laceration

_Why must we achieve timelessness through time?

_ For the essence is torn;
blood is gushing
from the reality of our gashes.

You can hear the sound of murmurs
in every song,
whims to patch the wound of existence,
longs
to bridge
over the gaps of our shared lesion.

You can hear the slashing sound,
the lacerating quintessence,
in the mating heehaw
of a longing beast,
in an ululation of helpless cries;

_ Why is the world lacerating?

_ Laceration means
the survival of our wound,
the
existence!