Poem - Through The Vast Clock

through
the vast
clock
whomever
plays

everyone
forgives
off
the pride
the decrepit
holds


over
the sad
credence
the omnipresent
blade
produces
swiftly

up
the quickest
law
someone
exists

yours
receives

under
the ugly
friendship
the dull
friendship
buys
joyously

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