Our understandings diverge
When it comes to this brief verb form
Action and purpose seem intertwined
In your sense of what has been Done
While I see the layers above and beside
Snapping turtle jaws through sticks
Scattering the ashes of cold fires
Swaggering across stages in view to none
Do, did you? That's the fact of every
Matter, a truth under each hat
You could sow from reality's thread
Upon reason's metaphysical brow
Insight, hearing, judgement
Splayed across nounified verbs
The mind, if you don't mind,
Would like done your acknowledgement
Roman Ryan 