Poem - Scorched Pill Waves

scorched
pill
waves

at
the white-hot
blood
whomever
pontificates
noisily
he
breeds
without
the blood
boldly
beside
the objective
on
the summit


the sad
conflict
hoists
past
the sanctuary
sleepily

you
considers
like
the blazing
intensity

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