Resistance in spite of consumption:
addiction's talented talons. Grasping
one as in mouse by owl, clasped
like guilty hands, knelt before
a halted alter icon. Rise, desister.
Consistency is a matter of pine
and wine, floorboarded on
an underflowing creek, built
like a brick henhouse to keep
the foxes out. When is a fox
a fox? When is it a wolf? Is
it a matter of packs or colors
or habits? The question answers:
back to the shelf, reader. Doers
will take it from here, and write
your next story with the will
you wished you felt.
Roman Ryan 