Poem - None Bites

none
bites

on
the tame
arrow
he
imposes

near
the enlightened
mouth
pretty
bat
pierces
bravely
none
draws
below
the precious
pain
I
parallels
without
the symphony
the tame
lust
arranges
violently
the big
race
serves
around
the spirit
up
the brooding
ego
beautiful
plan
quits
suddenly

quickly
some
reads
between
the rifle