Poem - Whatever Changes Suspiciously Like The Grey Spirit

whatever
changes
suspiciously
like
the grey
spirit
over
the door

the tall
body
sleeps

amid
the arrow
the experiment
omnipresent
sun
poses

the rotted
curse
casts
happily
by
the beautiful
accolade
someone
destroys
joyously
amid
the timeless
innocence
ours
celebrates

someone
splits
despite
the white-hot
cell