What's new when the typewriter monkeys
Get the Library of Congress and everything else?
Bricolage was our art (the sap-leaking edge)
And now we need to plant trees.
Identification helps, these eyes are made
To find.
When every thing condenses to a point
Why is answerable to one.
Addition! Bigger infinities!
Snores and sighs and sightly mornings,
Experience has the reins.
Cold verbs get away with it
While the heat twiddles thumbs;
A life is death and births and pain
Must we look away?
To flourish: to set proof aside:
To establish continuities:
To ready for the end.
Roman Ryan 