Value hides in the cloudburst
where steam is cool and touches
the touchy with the same rain
as every other one.
Filler curds made butter words
melted enough to spread on
milquetoast, fatty enough to
keep the myelin sheathed.
When four lines demand it,
the fifth will relapse into
peregrinations, long and
syllabic supplies of irons.
Plurality meets plurality
and says, let's smash a
mirror in the mirror to
prove a fractal self.
Something borrowed
eats something carried
and the things they held
are the places we live.
Royalty and we are the
prestige factors in an
honorarium system, a sort of
terrarium of antiquated shelves.
That's book world, a place where
captive libraries can eat and eat
and be heard in the language that
the patrons can understand.
Roman Ryan 