Could another time have made more sense?
Would a hundred years back or fifty hence
Have broken down in a manageable way,
Without all the open questions, windy sway?
Unclear; unanswerable questions have value,
Don't they? Solipsism slips into the party
Casual entry, Irish last name exit, slumbering
With a damp surface underneath, grumbling
Masterful time scales, perfect balance, just
In time's case the scales tip when things move
A little faster, could light be constant or some
Other number of digits from making rent?
Two eyes see something that the two heard
Years ago, while the soggy loaf between the
Ears thinks about the days yet to blind the
Driver of this car that doesn't do per hour
Roman Ryan 