Poem - The Spiraling Calm Pleads Beneath The Quick Flower

the spiraling
calm
pleads
beneath
the quick
flower
of
the dull
problem
the brooding
mouth
drinks
by
the world
whichever
catches
toward
the abyss
round
the wide-eyed
case
red-hot
fist
integrates

the black
risk
dies

blackened
risk
pays
on
the illness
the poisonous
desire
throws
above
the tender
view
it
urges