Can the figurative mind
disappear into the actual abyss
as the song inspires everyone around
to move as if it were a chalkboard
and we the bees
were telling each other
where's the honey
which birds are hungry
as the container
retains the flavor
of that which we made
since we're looking for pollen
and the flowers
with all the storage we need
invisible inkblot
telling you:
this is your personality
forever
and all ways it could go
a reverence won't save you
for it is written
on that page we just dropped into the fire.
Roman Ryan 