For darkness, a shine
to coat the morning's sore
throat patch, a garbage drainage
guaranteed to clear by the
fifteenth sip of brown water.
Pleasure and principles torture best
prior to full dawn
when morality and feeling
bear down with the jaws
of a thousand grizzled cares.
Shimmers powder leaves
who remind the mind
of the multiplicity of
learning and cycles and skies
angled according to seats and stands.
Another lucidities trap
enlightened by silence
to image clarity on a film
whose chaos is rendered
by the fats of a million meals.
Roman Ryan 