Tumbling Over

Standing in the centre of a circle, 
trying to reach the periphery. 
Was it a mistake― 
to exhume the entombed 
injury? 

The bloody withdrawl 
takes you back to brown 
earth from the red sea. 
How would you receive, 
that you don't receive? 

Your eyeslids flutter. 
Sun will ask you for 
shutting the eyes. The 
glass breaks in your 
globes. 

Fibrosis cracks. You are 
moving faster now in black rain.