Containment is a strategy of threats,
passively voiced into intercoms, commanded
as demanded, like an interest rate with a double
Fed. No one responsible party, that's what
drinking does. The money and its debt service
are divisive, revisionist, and convincing
that legs might break without that calcified
pricey gallon of milk. So, it's nuclear? The
split is splits, considered the fits required
to make this many socks disappear. Firstly,
civil doors. Secondly, neighbors and
adverb fences. Mend thirds into a
pant, one leg, for conflict takes and
takes. Sorry, sadness, the remainder
nature beat you there, to the dichotomy
between green in the winter and
fall on the ground. Dearth and death
are opposites, for cells, released by
bodies, become free and radical again,
anarchies unattached to contracts or
cataracts or intact crafted hands. Retain
a sense of vital stasis to detain life in
a sensible cage. That is what writs
organized, administrative bait for
any fish, no matter the platter or the
sharpness of the knife. Hooked, like worms,
the video kills every radium star, played like a
battalion's trumpeter, free will free as a bird with
a perfect inclination south. Migratory words are
just the same, traveling from mind to hand to
medium, hard, like any granite mountain cannot
move until its fated date with craters and the newest lake.
Roman Ryan 