Deduct to gain
The world on your
Shoulder, crick neck
Bail out the boat
It's going up
River foundry
Chunks of frozen
Death on the current
Developing a death wish
For the ones in the boat
Us, so to speak
Ready to become history
Unless the causes can become reasons
And time can build a bridge
To the narrator's house
Where we might ask for
Giveness four sin space
Inner thought machines
Run too hot too long
As desire wells up
The bucket's holes run wet
And purpose became a luxury
Not worth the price of a sliver
Pulled out by two unwilling fingers
Roman Ryan 