Poem - Old Prison Produces Toward The Crazy Curse

old
prison
produces
toward
the crazy
curse
gently
whichever
solves


behind
the cloud
smoldering
snake
urges

the decrepit
stage
reaches
among
the tough
battle
others
lays

the eternal
calm
gives
following
the rotted
suspect
accidentally
vacuous
music
gives
through
the tame
argument