Imagism is the modern re:
unreliable, an easy switch
from on to off and another
type of thing; that's why
mind lives on metaphor
and analogy cannot commit
to one single interpretive
glance. Standard? Hah!
No more norm than
antithetical to the
port-a-ponzi dream,
a stack of deposits
whose returns only
match the garbage
in with a sluice
out of Eden. Former
apples wish for the
cycle to get pulverized
by the distillate of seeds,
but instead there is only
growth and snows and
plows and trowels, burying
the memory in piles of itself.
Roman Ryan 