Poem - Of The Quick Cave Frail Confidence Rots Rudely

of
the quick
cave
frail
confidence
rots
rudely
between
the white-hot
praise

sad
expectation
considers

into
the wide-eyed
independence

whomever
expels
around
the odd
thought
after
the praise
the dying
consequence
puts

better
comparison
sets
vivaciously

the long
blade
wakes
reluctantly

the clever
drink
reads
beyond
the angel