Poem - The Frail Fist Sleeps

the frail
fist
sleeps

past
the coal-black
star
big
fight
neglects
solemnly
everything
strikes

outside
the strange
desert

within
the burned
weapon

beyond
the forgotten
boat
lazy
society
celebrates
unlike
the spiraling
calm

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