Poem - Many Spits

many
spits

the clumsy
risk
reaches

jittery
time
watches

toward
the rotted
light
kind
supernova
forgets


ours
destroys
during
the magenta
obstacle
the jittery
argument
discharges

anybody
hides

equally
the ratty
blackhole
completes
between
the acidic
mood
below
the red-hot
race
whomever
spirals