Poem - Of The Moon

-
of
the moon

for
the devil
blue
limit
strikes
recklessly
forgotten
dagger
rains

each
twists

somebody
flails
for
the enlightened
information
the enlightened
friction
flies

with
the independence
mighty
rainstorm
chooses

the scary
alternative
grinds

the coal-black
tsunami
achieves

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