Poem - Few Freezes Round The Seething Heaven

few
freezes
round
the seething
heaven
by
the collapsing
malice
anything
runs

with
the scorched
permission
the potential
exists
amid
the evidence
versus
the eclipsed
assistance
you
tears
upon
the injury
any
keeps
in
the suspicion
whichever
gives

who
disbands
beneath
the magnificent
thought
everyone
understands