Internal capacities gone not too far
External audacities sum less than days
How much food and how good
Which air and when
Whose love and why
Quandaries, of the appropriate type
Not for any reason
Nor by any score
Such benign unfolding
Need not hoover more
And with the rhythm between the past
And what I call a future
Sufficient is not mediocre
a word whose fire might be wisely
extinguished
Upon the foundation of not enough
Furniture
And a place to sleep
But we need not palaces
Nor perfection
And certainly greatness had its days
Sing no more of epics
Cry not years for fame
Love that which becomes
The humility of no name
Roman Ryan 