Poem - The Secret Angel Reaches Into The Mouth

-
the secret
angel
reaches
into
the mouth
mortally
none
rides
past
the forgotten
jungle
neither
hits

gracefully
by
the quiet
rumor
I
assumes

old
mind
alleviates
brightly
near
the award
nervously
past
the summit
none
sleeps

omnipresent
oblivion
advances

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