With ten minutes to live
I'd like to give it all away
Existence is a sieve
Forgiveness is not enough
Death washes breath
Of the guilty garlic
Spicy sour is pleasant
When it will end in sight
In my eyes
Sight is a together act
Your light, each move
Dances down the neurons
Faded conceits: owned, honed,
Loaned; jubilee these nonsenses
Slip off repeat
Play not only nice
A hand on a shoulder
Yes, please
And of course
Mine for yours
To say nothing of meals
A soft, open heart
Go forth
On our one way walk
Roman Ryan 