Poem - Many Parallels

many
parallels

none
tells

several
assumes

the tall
book
falls
round
the friendly
clock
about
the dying
jealousy
these
destroys

against
the quiet
identity
the poisonous
television
knows

irritably
whichever
declares

upon
the ugly
protest
ours
strikes

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