with caesar with love
cushioned fro, falling thus
mushes, bays, and windless nights
star-skidded tarmac, give me a song
bitter keys to taste
pine bites to not quite draw the bloody flow
between heart and toes
inside great universes, embodies the looking up
shoreline pelicans, togetherness fishing
taken by storms of another eon
to a flock migration, transmitted souls
another myth in the way of language
words crawling out of their ooze
to pretend they are life, more than rock
and light laughs and snorts and cries
while the mortals fear blinking out
each dewy droplet wishes it were flickering
back to the predawn ending every source deserves
Roman Ryan 