I can see with a certain pair of eyes
Whether my glasses are clean
Or the sky is blue
Only when the wary heart
Beats itself down to
A place underneath
The Icelandic journey
To the center of the
End of the world
Where I'll stay until
I find my way back
The other side
Not quite an opposite
But a reversible
Understanding never
The less I see
The more often I
Will return
To the same damage
Rather than undoing
The past's crimes
Against the future
As only a jury
Of twelve of me
Angry, sad,
Can intone
To the robed watcher
Who was never there
Roman Ryan 