Addition by detraction adds up
to blankness, a stare into the white
space, a glacier whose dirt is sunny
side up, cupped by the hands that
invisibly burned everything to hand
to make sure that wheels would spin,
to what end: the. Sideways letters could
not have changed the date of this
extinction. Nor could acute people,
even if also italicized properly. May
the dead fern glow again one day.
This day, this year, this eon, this
is the moment when moments
lose their reference to relevance,
falling out of context like a bear in
a cage falling out of a space station;
a growl and then that is that, a heart
broken by frozen, empty intent.
Roman Ryan 