The bounding thrill follows the upward climb
A rush to crashing stoppage
Signs of exhaustion fill the void
Vacuuming up all my sparks
Gravity's paused and momentum's stationary
Picking up from whiplash momentary
Cycle through the path again
Analogy busted this math defended
Sisyphus carving a home from rock
Boulder down without rolling up
For even when the curse is firm
Creative stories with butter churn
And while it may not go right around
Emerson's circles are but lines compound
Starting nowhere with nowhere's end
Rhythmic miracle of Flatland pen
Roman Ryan 