I was tricked into trickles
The creek born of river
The barassment shame
Made to stick here
I slowed! It showed.
The sentences cased
There was distractions
Inactions
And failures of traction
Sultrier sills gave windows a name
I remember the day! It was yesterday!
There was more, scores, stores of remores
And don't tell me how to spell!
I know just what I'm doing,
Remorselessly.
Periodically, perhaps intent was prefigured
Differently from its destination.
But I have forgotten and therefore
It no longer exists.
Roman Ryan 