Apparent mischief suits not the wooded hills
Reversals, complexity's overcoming multiplicity
Yet there are actions that seem to demand a total
Commitment, a complete going along with in order
To fulfill the destiny of the definition; am I singular
Enough to be such a concise fate? It does not appear
So, at least not when I look into the record and listen
To the heartbeat of my world. This sentence is to live
Without parole, without a paragraph, outside of the life
Of any given book chapter; I am an illusion, as are you:
Our conviction otherwise is the sentence's monomaniacal
Rage; calm thyself, One, for you are not a forest, you are so
Many trees that you cannot be counted, and certainly not counted
Upon.
Roman Ryan 