Poem - Quickly

quickly

down
the identity
much
bursts
upon
the impression
within
the kind
serpent
the tame
serpent
catches
sharply
forgotten
light
slumbers

the great
time
places

nobody
spots
the breathing
hurricane
after
the spiraling
attitude
all
dies

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