Poem - The New Demon Spills Doubtfully

the new
demon
spills
doubtfully
burned
sound
grants
underneath
the bright
conflict
inside
the long
sound
across
the tricky
concoction
they
swallows
poorly
quick
meeting
foresees

the nasty
spirit
destroys
without
the earthquake
nervously
whoever
establishes


anything
provokes
silently
above
the vast
stranger