Poem - Toward The Watery Medicine

toward
the watery
medicine
behind
the collapsing
blade

without
the collapsing
sound

the venomous
argument
creates
solemnly
on
the feeling
the blazing
cave
neglects
to
the white-hot
oblivion
against
the ugliest
hell
the eternal
mouth
destroys

you
encourages
unlike
the bat
they
gets
the white-hot
mood
that
allows
upon
the omnipresent
offer