after setting free the first
the second the third, dreams
released like butterflies, chrysalis
blurred; vigorous go, without cardinal
way, blue green and yellow, no red for the
sway; dances for chills, and thrills i forgot
going uphill, but no reason, it's not
destinations be damned and buried at
sea, fresh days lived for daisies, sweet
mulberry tea; no houses or ladders
figure in this film, no feature or leader
an open free realm: memory's there
but this lucid dream state, redundant
for me, let roll any fate
Roman Ryan 