When I see the flexible gate
Meant to send the message:
"Do not tread here
through my unbroken arms"
I wish to be in alignment
With the wishes of the
Messenger and the
Telegraph operator
And the mapmaker
Thereby earning myself
The feeling of chagrin
When I see others part the walls
And head right in
A flexible perspective
Might be earned
Should I slide down
The rainy hill
And find myself
Unwittingly crashing
Into the forbidden
Meadow
Providing forgiveness
From the fact of
The unknowing
Could I bend reason
Yet further to
Permit my sense
To dissipate?
On appeal to
The confounding
Angels of
Nature
I hereby
Release the
Things around
Me
From any expected
Outcome
Roman Ryan 