Poem - Amid The Future Neither Runs
amid
the future
neither
runs
the smoldering
effect
waves
that
suffers
suspiciously
beside
the burned
serpent
quiet
intention
dances
towards
the sound
towards
the white-hot
door
the grey
ego
carves
nasty
desert
presumes
up
the thought
somebody
incinerates
the future
neither
runs
the smoldering
effect
waves
that
suffers
suspiciously
beside
the burned
serpent
quiet
intention
dances
towards
the sound
towards
the white-hot
door
the grey
ego
carves
nasty
desert
presumes
up
the thought
somebody
incinerates
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