I am lost.
I was lost.
I have been lost.
I will be lost.
I lost my definition.
I is a false column
best understood as
a high-rise in Pisa.
Buildings are most knowable
as they stand a billion years
after construction:
not even dust.
Remains are an obsession
of the time-bound;
hounds whose cannot smell
prior to the day they are born.
When collisions happen
there is the inelastic,
in which the struck sticks
to the strike.
There is elastic,
in which the bat and the ball
meet and say goodbye.
And there is the collision
any collision
whose cosmic dissipation
admits no memory
of how the twain once knit.
Roman Ryan 