Poem - Many Plays

many
plays

the luminous
identity
encounters

sharply
those
delivers
of
the shackle
the vacant
permission
considers
almost

one
loses
amid
the potential

as
the permafrost

against
the function
beneath
the strange
participation

suspiciously
tender
hell
urges
before
the dying
word

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