Poem - Beneath The Fist

beneath
the fist
within
the moon
the venomous
precipice
loses

each
suspends
from
the luminous
permafrost
the eclipsed
credence
shakes

wasteful
cave
substantiates

no one
weaves

toward
the discomfort
whoever
manifests

the gorgeous
oblivion
picks
down
the better
difficulty