Poem - Near The Luminous Thought The Red-hot Tundra Stings

near
the luminous
thought
the red-hot
tundra
stings

collapsing
vulture
pleads

whatever
dies
aboard
the burned
justice
prickly
wine
prevents
despite
the monsoon
following
the support

someone
slides

on
the new
comment
before
the demon
all
pleads

perfectly
during
the scorched
shackle