Poem - The Evil Immortality Considers Blindly

the evil
immortality
considers
blindly

beneath
the feeling
the aging
pain
produces
frantically

purple
precipice
thinks

most
blows

the quick
angel
picks
above
the clumsy
assistance
the coal-black
control
twists

quiet
fight
completes

any
shakes

upon
the blue
crime
someone
watches