 in, uit en wachten. Tot het leeg loopt. Maar bloed loopt niet. Het loopt misschien in bloed. But with the heart cut out, it won't flow. So blood on its own does not walk. Nor does it walk, as it is pushed. Who is pumping it, anyway? Move over with blood moving. Make a move. Be microscopic. Study motion, scan its signs and inspect. Expect nothing. Inquire. Ask questions, endless. A trick can be to query question till its mark marks the trickery of deceit. Stop soothing sooth, cancel concealing and make up for misrepresentation. Truth ain't out there. Nor in here. What is it about kin? A belief based on theory versus just blood. Which is an idea nonetheless. Though not necessarily a relative one. Despite 'relatives' thinking otherwise. It separates one from the foreign. Sure, in vital fluids similarities appear. Small parts telling you something. At least, if you need the allusion, and therefore illusion. To border you and a few from the rest of the humankind. Socalled family. Ignoring the whole, focused on parts of the body are everywhere. All it sees is a walk in blood, is it not? |