If a River of Blood United Us As One

if a river of blood united us as one, what would we do with what we used to be we spend so much energy trying to be our individual changes that we forget what was there that introduction that was water to the fertilized ground of the art has been in a dry spell for aeons what do we do with the dusty, cobwebbed symbolism do we fold it up, put it in a bottle and toss it in a body of water shall we have so much sex that the sticky foundation overlaps the pureness do we poison our beautiful basis with words of acid mixed with cyanide there once was a flower so gentle to the touch now it is cacti so coarse to our blind eyes now we are weary and devoid of any type of feeling or emotion even the best counsellor will need a counsellor we submit and succumb to our stubbornness and our staunch refusal to bend or break as a result we simply exist as another bright example of a hoaxed appearance the blood continues to trickle as we constantly collect the ice