When I remember every event of my life thus far,
I become the past's monster, swampland, atmosphere
We merge into supercorp, a company who cares
Personhood is granted by decree from the ax-scepter
Split first, as the wood to dry, and then burned into
A mind aflame with reality
Integral being is a binding bookmaker
Both gambling and publishing feverish reams
Of scribbled scrawls and cautious bawls
Previously bandied at unsmiling length
Crawled, walked, taken for a ride
Until a return to home, shelved and aligned
Rounded edges be crammed
Into the interstitial abstractions
That imply the cut was never a gap
Mind the trap
You are a you that's I-level
While the second person might become a third
The first is responsible
For unwrapping the gift
Of every moment so far
Roman Ryan 