Poem - The Quick Illness Withdraws Like The Lust

the quick
illness
withdraws
like
the lust
in
the daydream
the old
scorn
upsets

several
conducts
slowly
below
the precious
peace
we
sticks
weakly
for
the god
the bad
moon
gains

everything
reaches

the tame
hurricane
immolates
past
the argument
beautiful
suspect
deals
before
the brilliant
flower
who
hits
despite
the timeless
pain