Too empty
To move rocks
Ups and downs
Downs and ups
When nought
Moves
Ins
Except
Acrid hell
Too avid
To eat all
The core’s
Bequests
An empty
Concrete
Rock
Moves ins
Up and down
Down and up
Sans will
Like
The vane
Swung round
By a puff
Of wind
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