Eye intensity, I am there
Wishing for a downslope
To let me be accelerated
By gravity's elbow
An easily broken tone
Whose imagination bears
Resolution to pixelation
Scramtypists pass sound
Back to light
And muted colors
Take up dull's bright
Who owns their own contradiction?
Without a full period
The sentence's case
Will go to the appellate essay
Before the supreme library
Rejects sales and fines
Look that thoughtful look
Say it like you gleaned it
From a book you couldn't understand,
Those are the ones I like
And hear! Speak! Advance!
Until the pause hits
And that's a slowdown
Not a stoppage
Unlike the remote desire
To be on television
Roman Ryan 