Languages are going where they want to go, so don't question it:
words do their idiomatic work across the page without any say-
so-so, medium is the temperature you want for the cooking you
didn't know you needed to do; that is the semi-stop in the middle
of a line you thought you finished. Don't go, on on, repeat your life
and enjoy it just as much the second time when midnight is actually
eleven fifty nine and you spelled it out in letters in order to made a
correspondence that the historians could read and pretend they understand
your personality because you wrote a couple paragraphs to a young poet
and told them to be kind to themselves and keep working, even when
the panthers are not in the cages and you are retired and in Italy.
Roman Ryan 