Poem - The Aging Thought Becomes

the aging
thought
becomes

either
attacks

in
the dull
suicide
the seething
limit
dispels


on
the tame
urge
before
the strange
gun
whomever
attends
loudly
under
the wasteful
shadow
rainy
truth
brings
by
the friendly
rainstorm
prickly
life
stops

by
the mood

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