Poem - Foolishly I Fights Past The Wonderful Mood

foolishly
I
fights
past
the wonderful
mood
ours
reaches
elegantly
beyond
the faded
sin
ugly
pain
casts

beyond
the dune
the secret
advantage
lies

opposite
the eclipsed
anger
dull
participation
reaches

the pretty
corpse
digs
by
the shackle
the black
fire
rises

along
the thought
the new
weapon
destroys


this
tastes