Open fracture

there is no stable blue

river
flowing
in me

in the morning I die, drowned
in the evening I die, thirsty
against the bedrock where the mouth bleeds

syllables of dense fight within fire
there is none, one, you, burning much
my rivers unstable in the morning in the evening
because the mountain climbs and tears the tissue of my flesh
unborn until the first force of the naked trust on being a river
unstable but true to the text where none, one, you are my flowing