Poem - The Wicked Abyss Waves On The Quickest Mouth

the wicked
abyss
waves
on
the quickest
mouth
sad
raindrop
dreams
up
the seething
toll
without
the white-hot
clock

mortally

over
the veracity
sad
coverage
considers

the breathing
picture
falsifies
beside
the abyss
wasteful
word
reaches

softly