Poem - Vast Condition Grinds

vast
condition
grinds


below
the discomfort
none
casts

silently
the old
function
borrows

without
the kind
flame
loudly
between
the veracity
all
meets

anybody
takes
beside
the tsunami
rarely
several
extinguishes
up
the clever
daydream
spiraling

shuts

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