Hollow stances,
may your bones
be exogenous skeletons,
tonnes of imperial tones
weighed by the sound
of the pleasure they commit
to stones and their down
stream scones.
Eat well, empty middles.
Your fullness cannot
be achieved,
and therefore your futility
is your purpose.
In a single eyelash
you carry your sockets
plugged in to empathetic archways
weighted to fall when you add
your gravity to your planet's.
Attraction rules the light universe,
demolition the dark.
Given that these
are not opposites,
stanch the river
at ownership's risk.
Destruction is the pride of control
its price is giving away
the last shred of awareness.
To know is to be known.
To show the spinal chord
to other musicians
is to be able to stand
among the storms
without protection
from barbed wire.
Roman Ryan 