pleasure's measure is personal treasure
the look at grains of gold
a barked up tree and leafy bree
zealous open loam
a preface storm with full book norm
regular beautiful scene
a bubble wind and trouble spin
could never measure down
these songbirds lilt
i name them not
with tiny one-blade plane
precious whine
bluey huey molten green
spread by all i sense
the day is drawn by recent dawn
and after noon ellipse
space is here to tame my self
and scepter grammar phones
plug the ears with dripping fears
or hear the perfect tones
Roman Ryan 