It's telling, fascination,
Embedded with body
The other end of the soul's stick
Opposed to desire
Fitful, expire,
Command nature to relent
While you repent for being what
You are
Beaches expose the earth's flesh
Upon whose musculature
The greatest beasts rest
Out of water, a rise too late,
Songs extinguished
As the tiniest swarm the mightiest
Each of which
Are unfair adjectives
For gentle musicians
And thoughtful groups
When heard at the right moment
One is left two carry a self
Back to the deeper seeing
Sawn at the outer set
Timed into final days
Rotting closer to the nose
Than morality allows
A hand that tells the story of a life
Spent like money
Hoarded, wasted, interested,
And now in a pile
With no one around
To light the funeral fire
Roman Ryan 