Poem - It Spins

-
it
spins

whomever
completes

kindly
she
slams

it
rises
accidentally
the vast
priest
incites


outside
the blackened
vulture
the vacuous
blackhole
alters

most
negotiates
up
the injury

everything
harmonizes

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