A world without insects
Is not even a spurl
Curl toes if needed
But these little aphids
And lice and fleas
Caryatid less numerous hearts
Contrails may be power
But tiny legs and short lives
Hold up the fuel and riders
Stasis nihilists are parasite worshippers:
Gain and profit and solitary victory
Are the ken of ticks
With a hundred percent transmission
Of crimes disease
Ignorance's debilitating kiss
Sucked out from wherever
The paper teeth can cut
The long way is the true faith
No need to take it on credit
There is a well-stormed path
Still standing water (drinkable)
In which each inter-actor's actions
Sunrise and call and die and sieve
In an orchestra that lives and gives
Roman Ryan 