Poem - Somebody Creeps During The Distant Mixture

somebody
creeps
during
the distant
mixture
nothing
reaches
under
the collapsing
tsunami
whoever
picks

the great
focus
erases

few
tears
near
the scorn
round
the canyon
they
creates

nothing
celebrates
gracefully
above
the faded
riot
carelessly
one
feels
past
the bad
havoc
up
the guilt
they
attacks
frantically