Was there blood?

How many times
Was there blood?
I am like the Earth
Hot liquid
Beneath a solid crust
Pumping magma
Crystal blood
Awake, rotating.
Dormant, rotating.
Transforming fears
Into things of beauty
Trying to wake up
Trying to sleep
Trying to get it right
Holding clay in one hand,
Water in the other
Hurtling ghostly liquids into solid dreams.