metaphors of metaforms

i must employ metaphor
to metaform my mind,
to go beyond the form of my life
i employ metaphor
of metaforms
forming my life,
this blood that moved, moves,
is moving my being,
this essence of me,
my birth-death reenactment,
this blood--holy--
wholly flowing my rivers of desire
firing my passion
and whipping my fury,
spilling blood in slow dense drops
fertilizing my soil
growing my seeds of renewal,
blood in exchange for blood:
i am scarred and torn
and blood is my medicine,
it is my sacrament of seasons.
i bleed inside
an ocean of salt and plasma,
i am a metaphor
for the sea.
i must hammer this blade
and sharpen its edge
to cut through my density
and offer my prayers
to my ancestors, to my destiny.
i am a sacrificial offering
to the sea
to the sun,
i am the blood of the present
cast by past sculptors:
ancestral hands that shaped this clay.
i must meta-form beyond my form,
cleanse this river
of stagnant salt,
i must employ metaphor
to go beyond myself
to plunge into the depths
of the sea,
bloody with rolling passionate waves-
intensity,
density that floats my bones.
i am sinking into form
beyond mineral
beyond bone
beyond flesh
i am floating in a sea of seasons
shifting into reasons rhyming
blood-moon timing.
i see the sea
reflected in the moon
and my blood is a tide
influenced by the confluence
of salt and water
bleeding life
breathing life
feeding life
as blood hangs in perpetual
thick drops
stopping only when it is time
to return this blood
to the origin story of the sea