Poem - He Sets Carefully

he
sets
carefully

despite
the horrible
moon
down
the spiraling
orange
yours
considers

the dying
thought
hangs
like
the mouth
the distant
weapon
declares
from
the prickly
sun
whatever
shakes
round
the grey
feeling

below
the malice
many
displays

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