Store nuts when the season is right,
See your shadow to know for sure;
Your young are born alive,
Unsure yet of how to live.
Opacity always lives next door
Reptilian shadow interrupting Diogenic reverie
Coexistence as translucence?
Or as oil to water?
Pyrrhic victory is a cup of coffee
Paired with a goal.
Truce is a nap
And well-intentioned dreams.
Look at the time
Are you conscious of the passage?
Or do you spread out on a stone
Soaking up the sun.
Feed the snake and the wolf
And you'll have an iguana and a dolphin.
Precision as your principle?
Love as your way of life.
Roman Ryan 