a lack leads me to buzz
between both ears there is a ring
promised, promises
I felt it was reliable
and now I recognize
the conceptual honesty
that no claims ever made
gold, spilled, yellow rocks
ideas about items are the definitions of love
ownership notions, wrought from the laziness
that comes from not asking: how do you feel
and caring to know, when it's a misery, and it's your fault
tell me in the wordless way you know how
thank you
keep going
I see
but only the first
and the last
and a few in between
let the gaps remain?
trying
Roman Ryan 