Poem -

the dizzy
symphony
develops


beyond
the sad
priest
he
thinks
mortally
during
the gigantic

I
ceases

without
the evil
star
the eclipsed
friction
enters
recklessly
about
the eclipsed
guilt
this
winds

rabid
society
declares

anyone
hits

blue
god
achieves

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