unraveling, the mystery shows only
what boundaries are exceeded
as passive voices intoxicate
a written life of proportions
building fences to store firewood
opening sewer grates to see what there is
I swim under the bridge through the ice
to determine where summer lives
and when I notice that a version
of the word life resides in this rental
grasping for approval: you are as you say
at same, for times, with vigor,
yes becomes no
as liminal floods wash away
the space on either side
leaving only the edge
as the guru suggested
we here now
shall undo the wills
that sapped our trees
of spirit and the possibility
of having more than choices
Roman Ryan 