Lost beyond the lake of Numb.

First you must numb me

then you can cut me.

To remove that which hurts.

But now

what will keep them together -

the edges of the 

wounds  - 

now that the little black butterfly 

stitches have flown?

Don't worry

they have done their 

 knitting job.

The deep well

of blood and cells 

is already healing

from the inside.

It was always so.

And  what of those other wounds?

The ones lost beyond the lake of numb? 

No stitching required for them.

Better to let the thaw

occur 

from 

the inside.

Slow and sure.

With a little help

from 

my friends,

to welcome 

the deluge.