The principles and the subject fight for primacy
A non and a fic walk into a bar
Both receive concussions
Without consciousness,
Was anyone there to feel?
To be brand new
Ultimately, cliché stochastic generation
Me's a plea for please see
While quiet considers
A person noise
Distance builds regard
From vitality blocks
Whose motions are a wall
Against mildew and of ivy
Poison to the active mind
Scrape dichotomies from this autopsy
Awareness is dead thought
Watching its zombie past
With a charged monocle
Of great and lifeless amperage
And yet we art
Our supernoun become verb
As valuation goes
Soon pops in the weasel
To feast on what inflates
Not to spite but in spite
Of all the above and bellows
A breath dissolves sufferers;
Identity must stick
To a story longer than in and out
Roman Ryan 