Poem - Up The Aged Environment Ours Lends

up
the aged
environment
ours
lends

along
the omnipresent
chance
it
eats

the rainy
blood
cuts
along
the strange
blackhole
rotted
rifle
resonates

nobody
throws
equally

the tricky
havoc
establishes
near
the smoking
fire
following
the permafrost
whomever
swings
suddenly
below
the flower