there's a type of discomfort that lands on my mind as a needle with a hammer poised over it
the terror of the use of that tool, looking for its nail, forms an image seared into reality
the reality of the imagination says leave and the body does whatever it has to
the sensations of departing may be recognized after the physical gone is prosecuted
a journey in less than a moment that feels of a necessity that cannot be earned
by any means but a situation committed upon and not preferred in a radical way
get me out of here is not a request, it's a sense, the sixth sense for those non-ghosts
language avails little but a description and a definition, for action is the only
response to the seeing of the necessity of unseen escape, a goodbye without recognition
Roman Ryan 