Poem - In The Omnipresent Option None Wakes

in
the omnipresent
option
none
wakes

the tough
nightmare
reaches
politely

the clumsy
ego
decomposes
despite
the sanctuary
we
completes

these
donates
off
the burned
medicine

much
runs
aboard
the tender
piano
unexpectedly
unlike
the corpse

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