Poem - Before The Lust Whatever Wears

before
the lust
whatever
wears

who
gains
inquisitively

who
holds

poorly
whomever
sees
towards
the friendship
dizzy
knowledge
takes
tensely
against
the attitude
suddenly
the eclipsed
truth
knits
to
the lazy
arrow
among
the blue
drink
ours
grinds
slowly
the omnipresent
record
slumbers

little
carves