Yes Poem by Dylan KD.

In rings of glowing blows
the wind fixes in on severed letters
inscribed in the minds of soldiers of sleep
who drove through the domes like waves
sent from the emperor of sounds
beneath the pillar of humming
sunburned groups of the crew of viruses
who dream in stumped elements
the universe sings but vibrates
as well, while evaporating in the movements
of hands, basic gestures melts the energy
stumbled upon a paragraph of plagues
this reef of terror is simple in instruction
the function is basic and clean.