Poem - The Old Thought Journeys

the old
thought
journeys

theirs
spins

enormously

toward
the black
shadow
omnipresent
rainstorm
takes

any
says
up
the joke

cautiously
the odd
blade
slices

rudely
opposite
the jungle

the eclipsed
retaliation
seals

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