Hypothesis maker your number is high
On falsehoods and fictions your may not have lied
Thus is the nature of progress and stone
Fly from the earth at the drop of a phone
Ceilings appear at the helm of a lip
Shipping containers from navel to crypt
Corded was fine til penumbras were cut
Shadowy rigor is merit and smut
Porn is a proverb that fills up the screen
All of you watchers are science's spleen
Extra remorse can carry our silt
Crust and the rivers of pangeal guilt
Continent drift and soften their days
Equatorial lapses and midsection glaze
Potter of anthros and society flint
Eyes that bear stealing for overdone glint
Research the ways that desire does unfold
As heat syncs make radiators out of our cold
Sniffle and harden and lust for the past
Nostalgia is video over contrast
Blankly we looked at the way that we were
Futures were dimness and napping would stir
Our dreams that we made out of artifice stuff
Nature is candy and from it we snuff
Roman Ryan 