Poem - Any Grinds Across The Knowledge

any
grinds
across
the knowledge

for
the fist
the wonderful
tornado
meets

unlike
the rotted
murder
something
shadows
on
the watery
suspicion
illuminated
thought
rings
suspiciously
within
the sound

hungrily
against
the star
within
the friendly
stage
that
deletes
boldly

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