Roman Ryan

Languorous context,
indistractible content.
Vary vary, friends.
You must tarry though,
or the snow will not
keep. Steep, leapers,
and leaf a little.
You can carry
an ode up the 
mountain and 
you will still
become still.
Drink this old
light, it tastes 
like new ideas.
Love dries out
and sits on the 
vine. Love the
wrinkle, agers.
The end may
cage if you
rest it, or
coming apart
can rest as a
permanent start.