i think 'poetry in motion' applies to this one.

strange red red

my conscience unearthed like storms do trees
trees grown wise from the water of streams
streams of thought sprint swift through my mind
mind reminiscing about the reddest of wines
wine represents the blood of the christ
christ freed us by giving his life
life sometimes taken for granted
granted it's often when we grow frantic
frantic for many is unwound by said wine
wine interrupts friendships sometimes
sometimes it brings the end of being
beings get blinded foggy seeing
seeing the stars some get famed vibes
vibes can cause other to lower their pride

how strange it is that red red wine