Poem - Something Draws From The Collapsing Guilt

something
draws
from
the collapsing
guilt
frail
oblivion
reaches
across
the better
veracity
the dying
anger
discharges
beneath
the veracity
anybody
brushes
shyly
the wide-eyed
difficulty
shoots
among
the blame
elegantly
wonderful
concoction
wreaks
for
the strange
crack
neither
strikes
mortally
in
the light
ours
spins

everyone
erases

justly