Tolkien wrote a new language
to disappear into the middle of the earth.
How can I throw my hat and my ring
deep into the pits
where none can say:
this is good
this is evil
this is the one we've been waiting for.
St. Augustine decided, after a time,
to let himself walk into
god's maw
and grind up in
His gizzard;
I don't have enough faith
in the process
to be digested
in a stomach outside my mind.
Sartre was nauseous
and more afraid of crustaceans
than committed to more than
the meaning a self might write.
Today, I can't hear anyone think
any thought that isn't meant to be
the most important in history.
Roman Ryan 