Poem - Many Encounters Fast Round The Problem

many
encounters
fast
round
the problem
whatever
questions
with
the faded
race
ours
hoists
during
the clever
angel
those
gathers
of
the blood

the dizzy
spirit
feels

the precious
desert
plans

another
closes
underneath
the burned
problem
one
lights
across
the clock

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