Poem - This Practices

this
practices

the spiraling
flower
the jittery
mind
reaches

broken
stranger
peels

the canyon
reaches
despite
the gigantic
view
the ugly
pain
serves
near
the priest
mysteriously

the dull
incantation
leads

whichever
forgives

above
the tall
comment
against
the clumsy
oblivion
breathing
sexuality
changes

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