Smelling invitations
Supplicated from a single page
Adonis straight perched up
Greek, to be in
Ignorance, of Pan
Because I've had too much bread
But I'm still on this page
She that looks as if she were
Half asleep
The smiling countence
Could not countenance
This method
Of re-gurgitation
For the estate will find the legible entries
And double enter the books
In keeping
Accountably, where all things grew without plowing
Leaning on both elbows
Sipping from the words
Praising the marjoram
Did I begin the world?
Clearly not
This collage was started a long time ago
As you perceive me
This here, which you observe
Flattery
Blind caves
At the start
But ten percent of the way to the middle
Will you find me out?
Being thus born?
Because it's not a translation
It's direct
Except for the modifications
Of the editor
And the thief
For such my companions
And followers
Self-love; countenance
Ordered unwillingingly
But obligingly
And what's the difference
Drunkenness
Roman Ryan 