When things went a little halfway
The day demands an ending on a
Partially dark note, lightly roasted
Over watered, ceramically entailed
For the first time after noon
The scent of one's own body
Simmers in the nose, without the
Wind and the cold to take it away
And it's the coffee that tells me to
Universalize my experience by
Referring to me as one, because
What could be better than being
The only way one can experience
The world and all the rest, as that
Is the only way things are, and I
Think therefore I am not sure
Roman Ryan 