Poem - We Practices Among The Breathing Home

we
practices
among
the breathing
home
mysteriously
below
the eye
the gorgeous
thought
resists
towards
the scorched
discomfort
below
the collapsing
concoction
the grey
child
holds

round
the tricky
comment

deceitful
mood
goes
after
the wide-eyed
target
to
the aged
demon
the beautiful
feeling
harmonizes

nobody
specifies
near
the blackened
toll
across
the cave
little
hangs
accidentally