Scrald

Fast prose won't winpose
It's exercise not competition
When it flies out the handlers
Control is loss and loss is for sure
When hot water has its way
Quick molecular writing 
Words its way into verse
Variability vulnerates 
Under the sun-fire of untired
Fly, energetic, to the buzz-point
When boils won't matter at altitude
The forest turns out to be trees
And the ground from here
Looks like a series of homes
For ants and bees