Abstractions and vagaries are the engine
and my seven thousand senses are the fuel.
The catalog of five is an offer for
convenience at an unreasonable price.
It's like the sages said about the seasons:
there are as many autumns
as there are minutes.
Ease and math and
the beauty of nature:
all excuses for certainty
which I not only cannot
counsel; I must flip these tables
and demand not a recount
but a reset
from we and they and me
and that and this and those
to an impression
tagged to as many adjectives
as ants
working to concerts
whose flutes will lift
every body's weight.
Roman Ryan 