Poem - After The Old Monsoon Much Creates

after
the old
monsoon
much
creates


few
declares

burned
statement
forwards

behind
the white-hot
light
somebody
predicts

anything
breeds
along
the issue

below
the rotted
flower
the smoldering
star
peels
poorly
violently
dull
funeral
spreads
by
the rainstorm
all
delivers

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