Addition retracts bylaws;
math is a certainty philosophy
scrubbing reality of its holes in hoses.
These hoses have noses for blemish,
Flemishly intermingling with
the wrench, the squelch, and
the foreman. Another idealized
construction, light on the retail,
and yet always for sale, detailed
according to the rages of some
consumption hoard, some
resurrection sword; a rum-
soaked oak tree, long-dead,
hums the ring-side tune: we
are bystanders to the decay, we
eat death and the fallen waters,
we remember logic's failures
and our memories memorialize
the mysteries whose edicts
refined our bark and branch.
Roman Ryan 