w o r d s
roll loud c r
always off tongue powerful cold —a s h i
would your and n g
l i k e w a v e s a g a i n s t m e a s
I
stand
there helpless
at the podium you set.
I
felt
like
f
a
l
l
i
n
g
or up
s w a l l o w e d
by your ocean
of poison
.
But then
I
. remembered
. you were
. talking from
Beneath me your
You fire .
Why should I fall when not even your pathetic spittle reach me?
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