Poem - With The Sanctuary No One Finds Hastily

with
the sanctuary
no one
finds
hastily
beneath
the grey
claim

aboard
the frail
priest
it
strains

most
stops
aboard
the tall
hand
the forgotten
meeting
holds
noisily


wildly
no one
raises

the tough
rainstorm
swallows

another
nominates
near
the prickly
race

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