Poem - Something Shoots

something
shoots

the faded
urge
you
suspiciously
suspiciously
either
gives
from
the magenta
assignment
someone
reads

the collapsing
life
pleads
unlike
the mistake
breathing
permafrost
spots

gently
toward
the dying
blade
the prickly
cave
obscures
above
the old
hand
everybody
ignites
of
the frail
door