Split, like a singing canyon cut,
two villages, pillages by ravages
uninvited and unperpetrated
Can nothing perpetual picture
parallel postures, spines who
never lean toward?
Sparrows talk close up
when the bush crowds
the song elates
Give nature dues
and that's taxes
or death's other word
The human fracture
suffices its purpose:
clarity comes from the mud
Could fractures act
more than apart?
Interrogative art?
Spare no diction
for this friction
aspiration thirsts
Boiled and poured
after a roast
tongue loss, mind gain
Coffee toffees
thickening strict eyes
light in light of dark
Roman Ryan 