May the cynic impulse falter
in the face off with the face
of ads and ventures.
That is the hoper's
coping machine.
But scar chasms
chase tar spasms
into a sink pit
of unfair despair.
The turn burns.
Nothing censured
nothing strained.
Meaning fights meanness
for convening greenness,
a sort of life-like naturalness,
adjectived into the nounery.
Definitive action!
Refined detachment!
There no different urbane rurality,
the country's plurality
of potent pockmarked cliffs
assembled, as a ridgeline,
to deliver a wall to such wishers
and call back, dishers, scaling
the information series
with planted parallel injury.
To go, as a fiction,
is to snow, as a blizzard,
and communicate skies
to skiers and tries
to be-ers, an illumination
definitely assured
to cast doubt canisters
as food coloring
into any sized ocean.
Roman Ryan 