In hurries, the intuition becomes the second person:
You and the first 1 are a numbered, bulleted pair,
Mistaken by violence as an act of compassion;
Line stakes are the alternate face, or are they
only a skull on a table with their fellows,
plurality won't be specific enough to tell;
Predictions are not descriptions,
whatever the statistics say,
and neither is a prescriptions a depiction;
Don't worry so much about order when
right angles willed the silent alarm
in to the kind of submission it won't cry out of;
Endings are not the peak
unless you take the artificial way to the last
page to cheat the slow walk home.
Roman Ryan 