Charitableness is akin to god's snake nest
A fare for someone else to pay in the past
For glorification's rampage
Spill, oils, you would burn while we do
Asses, wells, plumbing: when a tree calls the forest
Who answers?
Under skin, folded reminders of every fire
That ever raked our souls
Give in exchange and lose even those
Faded charcoals who might have been fuel
In another shady day
The sun doesn't mind if you fuck in its reflection
Copulations and coagulations trammel
Across so-called tiny universes
To undo the verses of the famous crocodiles
And remind the people that teeth are accidents of bone
Roman Ryan 