The all-seeing pencil is always ready to admit
erasure. Starting over couldn't bother the shadow
of gray that camps out over Seattle and declares:
you shall run out coffee before you run into
Pygmalion. (Mirrors and marble only operate under
ideal lighting conditions.) Whisper, then, to your
neighbor: love is a word we will not understand,
and no one commands us to talk. Open the mail
and remember: no paper is written to resist
the fires of a skeptical mind. Word strings
tie up everything around while paragraphs
pretend to be building blocks. I heard that an
architect proposed a house made entirely of
floss, but the plans got stuck in someone else's
teeth.
Roman Ryan 