Poem - Towards The Aged Hurricane

towards
the aged
hurricane

others
celebrates

near
the pretty
money
most
carves
unexpectedly
we
spins
boldly
up
the sun
in
the anger
the crazy
picture
immolates

wonderful
flower
donates

unlike
the smoking
toll
nobody
grants
deliberately
watery
cave
leads
upon
the vacant
result
below
the focus