folds its hands and refuses to move
when that is the right thing to do.
The left hand writes? Unacceptable.
Trained is the name of the windswept.
Forkfuls are too full. Spoonfuls are
unlikely to make a difference in the
medicinal experience. Sing it out
or clean your room, this is a zero
sum childhood. Some wild woods
are the home of the most brutal
and patient monks; have you seen
trees? They refuse to lose their
nerve even as they are being
burned into the next state of
being, that way of dreams that
points to the sky and remembers,
re-embers the ground.
Roman Ryan 