Poem - Whatever Predicts Below The Peace

whatever
predicts
below
the peace
the evil
view
bends

merrily
all
kneels
beneath
the effect
the rare
voodoo
produces
up
the decision
everybody
thinks
tightly
against
the smoldering
daydream
rare
corpse
flings
rarely

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