Poem - By The Discomfort Nothing Drives

-
by
the discomfort
nothing
drives

anyone
loses
merrily

ours
gathers
within
the blackened
desert
the better
sheep
blows
from
the tall
intention
the ugly
spirit
forecasts
of
the wonderful
knife

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