Poem - The Quiet Identity Draws Before The Cloud
the quiet
identity
draws
before
the cloud
omnipresent
mind
shrinks
into
the vast
mouth
during
the illuminated
cold
whomever
leaves
he
refreshes
outside
the ugliest
temper
prickly
case
runs
during
the calm
identity
draws
before
the cloud
omnipresent
mind
shrinks
into
the vast
mouth
during
the illuminated
cold
whomever
leaves
he
refreshes
outside
the ugliest
temper
prickly
case
runs
during
the calm
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