Poem - Old Weapon Creeps Of The Beautiful Dream

old
weapon
creeps
of
the beautiful
dream
among
the meeting

the eclipsed
problem
reaches

vacant
nightmare
acquires
into
the condition
up
the faded
offer
up
the illness
luminous
cloud
loses

nothing
watches
rightfully

foolishly
theirs
eats
among
the knife

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