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Alizarin in the underangle Vermilion pooling, slow untangle Carmine pressed in the corner thread Cochineal breathing, faintly spread Cadmium flicker at sightline seam Wine-dark drift in the almost-seen Crimson edging the narrow air Hematite whisper, always there Arterial hush, garnet kept Sanguine waiting that never slept Call it scarlet, call it lake Madder root in the slow uptake Vermilion humming in every thread Cinnabar low where the silence fed Oxblood weight in the underbed Iron-rich, softly widespread No clear origin, no misread Just the living system: red Russet leaning through narrow space Terra-cotta with a thinking pace Cherry glaze on the shifting plane Pomegranate vein in the quiet strain Brick-dust settling in unseen lines Rosewood deep where the edge declines Claret threading the still between Ruby flare in the periphery Burgundy patience, tightly fed Cardinal forming what isn’t said Call it carmine, call it flood Hematin pull in the thicker blood Crimson saturates every thread Vermilion bloom where the light has bled Garnet pressure, low and spread Iron-sweet in the air it fed No before and no instead Only ever… only red Alizarin Cadmium Cinnabar … red Cochineal Cardinal Sanguine … fed Oxblood under the overthread Vermilion over the underread Madder Garnet Claret Red AGAIN AGAIN AGAIN Call it crimson, call it end Every shade returns again Vermilion flooding every thread Nothing left that isn’t red Carmine rising, overspread Cinnabar where silence bled Garnet pulling all instead Everything resolves to red Oxblood heavy, closing in Iron-sweet beneath the skin No outside and none within only red has ever been Rosewood thinning Never gone Brick and berry Continue on No first shade No final thread Everywhere... Is always red