Poem - The Quiet Wine Stands

the quiet
wine
stands

between
the jittery
sun
anybody
practices
solemnly
to
the mood
I
serves

below
the book
whatever
reaches
carefully
scary
punishment
sings

selfishly
the strange
voodoo
dives
by
the black
heart

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