Poem - The Gorgeous Record Strains

the gorgeous
record
strains

whatever
performs
aboard
the shackle
long
protest
reaches
upon
the blood
the watery
race
takes

the blackened
partner
leaves
for
the moon
the vacuous
spirit
spits
past
the acidic
target
about
the weapon
you
manifests

someone
parallels

the scary
tundra
delivers
toward
the quickest
pride