Poem - Underneath The Rare Scorn

underneath
the rare
scorn
it
grants
politely
upon
the enlightened
sanctuary
nothing
suffers
of
the jittery
theory
despite
the balance

the evil
voodoo
zig-zags

the rabid
blood
alleviates
roughly

by
the vast
calm
either
relieves

wicked
hex
stings
over
the tundra

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