Itches sweat the small stuff
Concordantly, stars germinate marginalia
Too much blank space for a note
Too little to believe in perpetuity
Gather to lose and laugh at attrition
Driven to drive, destined for destiny
Doldrums delivery doubt al fresco
Windows breathe in any weather
Exhaust purposes at the muffled pipette
Licensed to laborate hypothemes
Nary narrative asunder these beams
Higher and worldy the locals won't rest
Til baggage goes trunkward and gases get chest
Broad outlines drive into a bar
What specificity will you drink?
Roman Ryan 