Blood is a symbol.
When you see it, something
in you starts working.
It means fear or victory
and much more besides.
But I have also noticed
that blood is a liquid
inside of us in great supply
and is very, very red.
There is much to think about
while I watch my finger bleed
but instead I watch the bead
grow, run, and drop like only
blood can–red, instant, and important
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