Value is no child of valor.
Ranking direct attention
from vagueness to that which can't fear.
The confident live an effervescent life
on the bubbles of blown foci.
Spheres are loveless and spell
a shattered future for wit.
Joy is a fragmentary slide
from upper playground
to lower menial work.
Cultivate sorrow.
Regard anger with autodidactic respect.
Apologize.
Do it again.
Discipline is the fraud
of a million unruly men.
Honor holds a prideful place
in the moral dignitary suite;
two rooms, an extra bed,
a luxury where no one may rest.
Prosecute the conviction:
all is right and rigorous and renown.
Spread thin, hands plead for another
chance at wringing the dirt.
Roman Ryan 