To Change

Fortitude, the editor! A fight against edges
with a fieldfull of swords: the unwinnable
unsinnable unpinnable factory, a fullsome
hullsome wheatchaff watermockery, carry
fuel to muletown and spools to fooldown.
A city is a pity and a forest is a course in 
where we go when we got there and the 
management of extinction unshackled its
elf from the passive voice and found the 
end of the rainbow: where physics decays
and mystic rays frill heat monster wings.