Woe and hello
Frames of glass
Unavailable to the I
A little translucent reflection
Refracted, distracted, didactic
Who's addicted to
What we mean by
A why in wolf's clothing
Ready to feast on both
And all
Justly submitted for
Reclamation, request denied,
Until the penance has served
Ten sentences into the paragraph:
Grief cocktails make drunk sadness
Quite the same as loss aversion
And partner attachment
With all that brain stuff
Chemical band-aids
Or are they torniquets
Pressing down until the
Limbic is gone
And oxytocin is all that remains
But we are still here
Conscious, in a manner,
And whether or not it's our fault
Understanding makes the possibility
That will determines love
Roman Ryan 