oh yes, clear clarity is a glass gloss myth
math dross crisses floss in the middle of the river
aptitude optics tear merit from bears boring caverns
flat fossils articulate dimensions between space and shine
it's a thing to be dead and many to be a life
say mission, mean eyes, sight line vision dance
false started middles cut sideways and become halves
each measure is a treasure pleasure beamed in fissure
for a reason is a season whose treason is ease
done is a condition that states should not prefer
Roman Ryan 