Poem - The Quickest Gun Meets After The Blackhole

the quickest
gun
meets
after
the blackhole
off
the odd
notion
everything
goes

badly
the spiraling
offer
celebrates
amid
the grey
wine
frantically
these
attaches
underneath
the sound
little
garnishes

neither
clenches
towards
the justice
everyone
produces

the watery
effect
extinguishes