My claims to fix machines fall on deaf metal
I don't disbelieve, but my double negatives
Leave me with a preference for things that
Require grease but not gas, and a preference
To not put my preferences into words, so I
cannot expect to become the purveyor of
Those wolfen insights that might have
Made another Nietzsche, if given enough
Time and escapes to walk around the lakes,
I'm happy to be a Stranger without murder,
To stay away from The Rebel, to consume
My French Existentialist friends and cool
Off the Zarathustran fantasy with a sip
From The Zhuangzi, and a few stories
Of the way of natures more consumed
By anything other than themselves,
Two wheels, intermittently broken,
Guided along the trails in between
The cranes and the philosophers
Roman Ryan 