Apostrophe’s ownership implies
That a concept sees both eyes
In a cyclops face made to suit
Counter to any: your faded loot
Take to mean that the line is all right
Frightfully green in the late morning light
Fraught and devolving but up on the up
Caught in the solving of puzzling cup
Singular plural you made up a song
Right is a fight for all that is wrong
Won’t you follow to the way of the soft
Never a mind in consciousness coughed
Stable the fictions on books above trees
Flying to tigers and birding for bees
Fake the right story for all that you took
Bounded by glory you wish you forsook
Roman Ryan 