Who doesn't fear de---
It's unspeakable: after it,
you cannot speak.
What about the before;
decay- when truncation
is at hand, the unknowable
about to get back on the curve
or is it the beginning of the cliff.
Statements and meditation
mediate a memorial in advance
of the getting on, going through.
And what about when the nights
have been too short, less, in a row.
The heart still functions, but questions
roll out as statements, bowling over
a creature who might have stood
up to the gale in the yellow
yesterday, but the taupe
moment is lacking the
same lucidity and
heading down
a road that
may not
come
back
up.
Roman Ryan 