Experimental memory is a dedication choice
This work is for: day one, ten, and ten thousand
And the people who were around
At each of these logarhythmic milerocks
Insurmountable, that's the past
It's carried on the wind, amplified by
The smell of that song
That played the sway
In that glitter-dirty gymnasium
Host of silent wishes
And sagging appointments
Theme heft rings rueful
Nostalgia bites the hand that reads it
If it steams future, it is
Aphoristic certainties glide
Into the front of a being
Trying so hard to exist
It forgets to let it rain
And overfills these musical clouds
Roman Ryan 