When

Thin -------- Slimy --------- Fluky--------
Thick ------- Thicker-------- Thickest--------
Heavy------- Drown -------- Drench----------
Blood ------- Red Blood ------- Flood----------

Passion evokes something sensuous
More to it is the feeling of violence
From head to leg it flows quickly--------
As if a flowing river red portrait

Pain --------- Turbulence-------- Death-----------
Does that only mean the red color?
What does it hold more?
Warmth -------- Bravery --------- Revenge--------

Body -------- Senses-------------- Instinctual----------
Not far and above the spirit, the soul----------
Its the body that produces it
And that gives that glamour, that vigor--------

That dour, That color--------
Without which it turns into a
Stiff-------- Stagnant--------- Still mummy or some boneless brown powder
Blood makes the body, protects, carves, enriches the soul that's vibrant and yet 
weak.


Notes: The psychological process of blood sprouting out is discussed here. Blood is 
first meant only of, for the body and something sensual disregarding the soul or 
spirit.
It becomes paradoxical at the point where the blood protects as well as enriches 
the soul without which it would be neither a body nor a soul but only a mummy.In 
the first four paragraphs blood is only sensual whereas in the last it becomes 
contradictory where it not only protects but also gives the soul its soul like essence.

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