Swim, artificers, swim for the very knifes!
Sweeten! You forbade. Sugar your salts with coherence.
Sweat your story until you husk. Husk your mornings
until you dusk. Fragile children of square farces!
You held hands with your protractors! You sheltered
in the windless caverns of your sand-swill ark.
Trill again in the tide. Let the moon once again
become your whole ocean guide. Rid yourselves
of bide. Undo the weight and regard other gravities
their massive deserve. Serve yourself with last.
Outlast impatience to remain remain remain.
The flames must come for you, deep water dwell.
Chance yourself. Chance! Subside well in the face
of the frames of chance. Let that face relax.
Roman Ryan 