Poem - Little Serves Unlike The Illuminated Question

little
serves
unlike
the illuminated
question
this
strikes

whatever
destroys
nervously
to
the dizzy
immortality
long
cave
shrinks
amid
the quick
stress
evil
race
drinks
outside
the thought
the broken
desert
arises
suddenly
behind
the eye
the collapsing
world
realizes
of
the magenta
offer
others
donates


anything
spits