I set to another story encased in private glum
To tell a gory memory it would take a few more Tums
I shall not indigest myself as much as I might like
To lose that which came in my eyes
The mouth is all that flows out the back
Would that glories mories lorries
Could travels on to space
Dedalus, I'm entranced
And of course the sea will be my tomb
Flights and the sun
Nights and my run
From all that hopes and dreams
To fraying coats and flooded streams
Another book fills my moat
With water gator grout
Not a tile can fall out of this place
While I am also trapped
Roman Ryan 