So it is written, the powerful say
As it shall be, repeat those under sway
But were it erased
How long might these memories
Stay out in space
It clears time's jealousies
When clocks forget
Without a calendar
You can't regret
All but the panoply
Rhythms are lost
Without sheets of found
Material discomfort
For the trees
On the ground
There's reams of boxes
That I'd rather not check
Papers and cardboard
At call and beck
Nevermore sirens of approving calls
Is it musical notation?
Or Leibniz flirtation?
Dee ex dee why
My memory's faded
This fence post monopoly
Forgery expert
Along for the ride
Bureaucrat comparison
A course in unleisure
Would Veblen be proud?
Roman Ryan 