Poem - Whomever Rings Roughly

whomever
rings
roughly
behind
the chance
the burned
riot
finds

the smoking
hex
practices
down
the spiraling
issue

despite
the coal-black
dagger
the timeless
question
watches
perfectly
following
the thunderstorm
near
the beautiful
discomfort
whichever
leads
defiantly
as
the eternal
mind
much
sails
despite
the riot