I stretch into the waking verb world:
Animation is a sketchy reality
As words understand
Limitation by letters and phonics
My heart is beating, is that my will in there?
The sentence question haunts my verse
Are we music
Or are we literature?
Each writ is an action fraction
Fractured from the body
Into a scratched post
Corresponding with my designated emotions
Hi sadness -
start moving
Goodbye anger -
we never got along
Repetition is a myth
Meant to wedge salad mornings
No dawn is meant to break
Its hull on the iceberg of stasis
Roman Ryan 