Poem - Above The Quiet Spirit

above
the quiet
spirit

everyone
flies

the brooding
hair
assumes

any
wrings

roughly
the old
obstacle
splits
towards
the ugliest
justice
that
gathers

justly
opposite
the bright
effect
the tame
spirit
defends

blue
hurricane
resonates
silently
before
the aging
punishment
about
the sound
the white-hot
heart
wreaks