Poem - The Dying Hand Casts Following The Blood

the dying
hand
casts
following
the blood
as
the oblivion
I
questions

around
the oblivion
whichever
serves

the blackened
picture
raises

smoothly
whichever
fits
between
the fire
anybody
stops

past
the wasteful
dream

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