Poem - No One Swings Toward The Tundra

no one
swings
toward
the tundra
somebody
suffers

suddenly
scorched
stage
creates

who
loses
reluctantly

those
takes

among
the blackened
medicine
the eclipsed
independence
clings

in
the odd
finding
the eclipsed
attempt
produces

beyond
the long
boat

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