When I hear of love
In philosophy's tongue
I think it's attention
Earnestly wrung
By beauty or care
Engagement and focus
When analysis disappears
And the body is what it is
Sardonic, ironic it is not
For that is hard valuation
It's not even high rank
Description toxin
To what cries must an answer
Be furnished without fail
An owl
A vista
A person
Poetry must fail
When it's quite this direct
But I'm a beginner
And sidelong words are advanced
So straight on I'll gaze
Articulations flat
'til dimensions I gain
Without hilltops
Heights
Roman Ryan 