When the style is imported
Have you heard of a bricolage?
Where am the me, the we, the
Eyes? How doth dour tenses,
Tensions wire-strung, figure
To hences, bigger, construct;
Finding the way by looking at
Someone else's map; scatter the
Bones, oracular trap. Words will
Fight feeling and feeling takes
Thought; wings spread for steeling
The haunches of naught; take me
On board and I'll ride in your plane
Faith 'til chute cord pulled and falling,
Again. All is well, as the card stack
Implies; gates of hell: open for all
The ties; dichotomies bicker while
Multiplicity reigns; roaming the
Countryside from one spot, without
Trains; Figure the eighth, wonderful
Sprouts, tend to the plants while
Surfing this house; worry about things
And they'll give you their due, count
Up the figures: there's more than two
Roman Ryan 