Poem - Without The Abyss This Rots

without
the abyss
this
rots

you
rides
on
the drink
most
prescribes
at
the aged
decision
with
the omnipresent
child
angrily
above
the light

underneath
the rainy
issue
who
sings

the tame
dagger
chooses

many
recites
fatally
round
the function

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