The spams of poems
lie deep in chasms
of
directionless waves
crimson
lanes of blood
and fort of fortress
swept under.
Rapt
stars
daunting dreams
shores of sand
tree of birth.
Truth of stem
unseen
untold lie
fathomless pit.
Spill it did not
not hung
nor free yet.
Capital will churn out
seams of reams
paper
blank.
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