Hand me my thick socks! Or I'll walk away from this day,
Not to sleep, but not inside this room anymore. Negotiating
Is manipulation; how many for how much more, scrying false
Needs across the table. I'm listening at the door and not hearing
Anything but bells ringing at other entryways. Long lines cannot
Trace a cloudy sky: shadows are not cast and I run away when there
Is no shadow. Is that why I left that Pacific's Northeast (from the Ocean's
Perspective); I don't think so. It's a convenient excuse to bring about, as
Excuses must be tradeable at the negotiating tablet, written in language.
Roman Ryan 