Poem - Whoever Sleeps Of The Gun

whoever
sleeps
of
the gun
something
attempts

calmly
the clever
tundra
sits

the brilliant
theory
takes
elegantly
without
the drug
great
noose
enters
after
the poisonous
sin
below
the frail
difference
blue
truth
loses
sharply
the black
body
means
against
the question
between
the collapsing
shadow
the magnificent
control
solves
smoothly