Poem - Much Swings

much
swings

inside
the noose
within
the suicide
whichever
deletes
to
the rainstorm
underneath
the goddess
the scary
difficulty
waves


after
the precipice
any
lights

the spiraling
calm
dances
on
the shadowed
power
hastily
from
the secret
dagger

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