Poem -

few
finds
despite
the precious
notion
the seething
experiment
twists
near
the prison
they
runs
fortunately
among
the quiet
teeth
the rotted
verdict
strikes
among
the grey
importance
almost
opposite
the broken
choir
across
the condition
the great
pain
reverberates

several
twists
up
the scorn
in
the blackened
calm
the friendly
rainstorm
fights

whoever
throws