It's a model, the word: it.
Don't you have the frame, for reference?
Only a vague that when you can't remember.
Or when I did not make the referral implied.
The territory can only fail to make a map when there is a place, in mind.
Urgency arrives when I've left you in the dark. Intentionally?
This train station hasn't had a car or an engine in generations.
But the blueprints are fresh. Was it [ever] made?
Is it a sic? A disreputable turn of phrase, left.
Can I be candid? I'm not sure. The tumult does not offer
itself to clarity, a sacrifice must be made. The edges
must be sawed away, to make the shape smooth.
The sculptor's dilemma: remind me, but don't tell me.
Into the darkness of a cavern, where light is eliminated:
imagine anything with no confirmation (democracy's failure).
Abstractions are tyrants, dictating to machines, one hundred
percent transcription
erred.
Roman Ryan 