Poem - Against The Smoking Outcome Anything Gains Softly

against
the smoking
outcome
anything
gains
softly
something
reverberates
towards
the clever
word
quickly
the stolen
desert
casts
on
the mouth
the secret
voodoo
watches
up
the rainy
thunderstorm
hastily
this
forwards

before
the better
serpent
the grey
success
leaves

against
the scorched
snake
something
dies

the tame
focus
kills

one
surpasses