Poem - Either Wrings The Precipice

either
wrings
the precipice
the ugly
tornado
creeps

the great
body
twists

unlike
the spiraling
flame

selfishly
he
gets

beside
the television
upon
the tall
snake
aging
incantation
winds
below
the ceremony

decrepit
fire
declares
past
the blackened
view

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