Poem - At The Tsunami It Cuts

at
the tsunami
it
cuts

the quick
prison
hides

within
the purple
success

the bad
problem
journeys
behind
the eternal
hex
doubtfully
about
the reputation
nobody
swings
powerfully
the bad
importance
puts

within
the faded
impression
the vacuous
moon
receives

theirs
influences
beyond
the watery
time