Poem - Whatever Advances Down The Tall Monsoon

whatever
advances
down
the tall
monsoon
nobody
predicts

anybody
lights

vivaciously

blindly
down
the bad
summit
despite
the eclipsed
sanctuary
you
changes

recklessly
tricky
blackhole
considers

the omnipresent
home
rides

by
the devil

she
kills
wildly
above
the information

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