Motion.
Sound rhyme.
Defecation.
Milk.
Hand awareness.
Breathing.
Sleep.
Sleep.
Dreams
awakening
to gerund reality
a continuity that is
not quite infinitive
with a side of grammarian fiction
to grout the tiles of things.
Words
without order.
Order
without words.
The absurd
as a laughing
and a crying matter.
Twice reasoned
thrice thought,
doubly seasoned
triple ought;
where the time goes stale
the space gets hale
and heartiness
is a heart filled with will
until it becomes
again
clear that control
is an indelicate side effect
of growing into up.
Roman Ryan 