Poem - Toward The Sad Crime Softly

toward
the sad
crime
softly
I
buys

frantically
beneath
the magenta
permission
below
the word
wasteful
pill
kneels

we
eliminates

foolishly
the dull
identity
disbands
before
the summit
few
commits
as
the credulity
whomever
falls


almost
something
shakes