Rise

pounded firm, flat
to split a wound
  -  and here, bleeding forth
a cold well, to war it strides
upon the Big World
this typhonian summer, vibrant
then still, upon a breath
elapsed
  -  last honey, a red boil
scorched to a great none
a white taste, stale
short then gone
  -  dry mind, thirst, fight sleep between
slips, little toy turns on then off
clock sings, rips brain
loud dream, delirium logic
silent art, such angry light
alive over memory
  -  tomorrow must fall
for Now to rise.