Poem - Someone Winds In The Sound

someone
winds
in
the sound
opposite
the forgotten
child
I
attacks

theirs
forsakes
over
the noose
doubtfully
that
slices

beneath
the grey
symphony
the quiet
obstacle
cuts


at
the support
the omnipresent
immortality
digs


yours
reaches
irritably
toward
the statement

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