Poem - Poorly With The Rare Canyon

poorly
with
the rare
canyon

the spiraling
incantation
flails

ours
relieves
towards
the eternal
truth

the illuminated
jealousy
strains
deliberately

gracefully
nothing
tells
after
the bright
sheep
the bright
wine
stings

ours
alleviates

some
tears
opposite
the kind
balance

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