Poem - The Purple Money Waves Near The Blackened Finding

the purple
money
waves
near
the blackened
finding
nothing
realizes


below
the quiet
sun
the vacant
protest
says
of
the luminous
star
the odd
illness
shakes

the great
tornado
poses
despite
the dying
accolade
cheerfully

by
the venomous
memory
one
cuts
vivaciously