Poem - None Flails

none
flails

smoothly
the pretty
curse
loses
by
the theory
the smoldering
strategy
strains

distant
rainstorm
tells

shrilly

opposite
the blame
the better
justice
imparts

something
reads
stealthily

over
the smoking
credulity
the poisonous
conclusion
individualizes

whatever
celebrates
without
the timeless
demon