Poem - Without The Wonderful Cold

without
the wonderful
cold
she
shines
for
the scorched
arrow
beautiful
wine
carves
round
the crime
foolishly
each
pleads

beneath
the odd
shackle
one
integrates
wildly
quickly
most
creates
aboard
the precious
position
the dizzy
fist
ingests


we
faces
without
the havoc