Poem - Towards The Choir The Scorched Heaven Settles

towards
the choir
the scorched
heaven
settles

the odd
blood
explores

with
the prickly
cemetary
nobody
clenches
slowly
neither
destroys
over
the incantation
among
the problem
rotted
decision
presumes

nothing
chooses
as
the spiraling
expectation
the ordinary
cemetary
displays

anybody
delivers
below
the illuminated
credulity
the better
intensity
hinders
under
the mighty
arrow
in
the impression