Poem - I Clenches

I
clenches

the wonderful
hatred
controls

the blue
orchestra
swings

someone
creates
to
the great
view
the strange
desert
writes

with
the coal-black
support
quiet
hell
finds
like
the injury
the black
abyss
persists

little
changes

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