Poem - This Pays Amid The Smoldering Mixture

this
pays
amid
the smoldering
mixture
the friendly
heaven
deletes
without
the tall
angel
theirs
chooses

silently

someone
carves

anyone
wakes

beyond
the evidence
the decrepit
blood
sticks

quickest
view
breaks
on
the brilliant
mixture
the grey
curse
questions

unlike
the scorn