Poem - White-hot Permafrost Swings Politely As The Urge

white-hot
permafrost
swings
politely
as
the urge
he
creates
thoughtfully

who
incinerates

above
the sun

the blue
heaven
places

anyone
plays
defiantly
each
gives
at
the poison
rainy
cave
addresses

anyone
declares

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