saturation

heavy wet red sunk deep beneath the soil

so much so that red oozed into every thread of found

ground down, I'm astounded by extent of red's bled trace

race into funnel of distorted distilled sound

optimum stasis circling lurks as vultures smell the blood

should finding mine the cavity of endeavor

releases seeds of surely noted everywhere

oui despair at the thought of the loss

should it be you, who dark dares to reach beyond

the soft wail of gravity's heady pull

then further find the deep shard need

of alizarin