There is an opposition to knowledge
grown at the edge of the garden:
weeds are a product of perfectionists
because without wrong
there can be no ideal
Shame is one no away
from being an apple snake pit
guilt by the face of a deified
criminal
who will torture those who obey
and prosecute the innocent
with a divinely hidden smile
If bookishness is hiding in other people's heads
my intentions are spied
and proclamations
derive from these missions
to the center of another intellect
stealing the sight
from every eye
and turning my spoon
to scoop the sound
from each drum
Gathering too much leads to confusion,
of course,
when things are all around
there is no outside
a wall
of everything
denies the possibility
in anything
Roman Ryan 