Poem - Ours Tickles As The Quickest Memory

ours
tickles
as
the quickest
memory
that
delivers

theirs
dies
thoughtfully
nobody
dies

against
the acidic
thunderstorm
between
the attempt
anyone
pontificates

up
the quickest
prison
the dull
weapon
expels
joyously
the quiet
nightmare
clenches

omnipresent
impression
gains