Poem - Whomever Starts Behind The Precious Television

whomever
starts
behind
the precious
television
fast
the prickly
blackhole
draws
beneath
the magenta
canyon
above
the quiet
fist
nasty
pain
produces

something
cuts

red
calm
raises
along
the tame
incantation
long
incantation
encounters

suddenly
the credence
shines