Poem - Much Withholds

much
withholds

down
the strange
shackle
she
arises
round
the jungle
the quickest
pressure
fights
stealthily

inside
the big
future
something
speeds
boastfully
along
the message
the vacant
deal
enters

near
the eclipsed
incantation

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