Ah, the benevolent,
a malevolence masquerading
as a kindness machine;
but power compassions is the
equator of the dominance globe,
the middle of the tropics of
I came, saw, took, and now
return a little for the goodness
of my impure heart.
So it goes with understanding,
an asterisk where the legs end,
a rabbit or otherwise hole
that goes up and up and out;
don't call it like the seen--
be verdant not green--
act the mime when
vocal cores would offer
comprehension when opacity
is all that is true.
Roman Ryan 