I stayed focused on the past
watching the future with suspicion
torturing time: give up your secrets
demanding that my (I) see it[self] for what it is
while making fun of reason
and taking language through muck.
What I missed was and remains
the point is broken off
but it's there in the relationship
with the pen it came from
putting the two back together
is an inky mess.
Sure, paint after sketching
perhaps, have a model in mind
but chasing the wisp
won't have catching
while pretending a capture is
One Day Hence
is a recipe for a meal
which leaves the heart hungrier
after every serving.
The mist of my eye
and those three words
will not consummate
and I know
now must admit
with steps
and language.
Love is vertigo
you are no object
i remain
tipping over.
Roman Ryan 