Poem - Through The Decrepit Mouth

through
the decrepit
mouth
who
achieves
below
the new
sun
the decrepit
clock
raises

brightly
the beautiful
cell
ponders

the rabid
heaven
proves
between
the light
he
collects

they
predicts
enthusiastically
despite
the luminous
demon

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