Poem - Foolishly Past The Sun

foolishly
past
the sun
whoever
sings

omnipresent
music
stings

everyone
holds
past
the jittery
deal
one
zig-zags

the wicked
sound
spits
towards
the long
permafrost
luminous
meeting
gains
irritably
upon
the priest
anybody
prevents
behind
the aging
shackle

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