The ten thousand things have become ten trillion.
Inflation, compound interest, unsympathetic non-malthusian world.
Importance, therefore, is not a numerical import
unless you're trying to take or destroy the world.
Rank is a stench that everyone notices.
To be among is the art, with no Gertrude Stein
to buy you out of the Paris suburbs into Montmartre.
The resident residual is not a disappearing act:
between is a place. One face among many remains
one face. The ten trillion things may feel heavy
but mattering is neither created nor deployed.
Roman Ryan 