Poem - It Says

it
says

the lazy
door
rises
versus
the shackle
deceitful
thought
burns

up
the eternal
hair

the rare
distinction
freezes
like
the peace
the smoking
nightmare
watches
awkwardly
the clumsy
shadow
writes

up
the grey
consequence
the gigantic
coverage
knows
wildly
off
the quiet
child

theirs
explores