Poem - Under The Blackened Control

under
the blackened
control


who
displays
at
the meeting
at
the eternal
blade
each
digs
sadly
across
the tear
nothing
rings

the tall
problem
solves

the breathing
conducts

everything
runs
through
the black
crack
into
the magenta
veracity

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