Temporary Relief

 River of red the color of dread.
Surrounded by scabby mountains
flowing smoothly.

Leap over the sides of the canal with determination
And spread your red eternal damnation with
                                               misplaced interpretations.
Roll from the banks in beads of beauty and envelope
Surrounding minuscule obstacles in sticky saturation
to cause the minds elation.

And hardens the codeword D and protruding red peninsula.
The
red
stops
flowing.
All around the red is roaming, stopped by a natural programming.

The river quelled waits for another day, when it may flow again through slivers on an
outer shell.
To sooth another living hell.