The purpose of the afternoon is to
illuminate the soul and let the word to
end line after line of future not so tenses
whose relaxation relations divide Sufism
from Orthodox piety. Another sent ant,
evading the microscope, not denying
cruelty, defying it, through escape as
an adaptation to what an ant would
call evil. Middle days reach for the
herd and find an individual, prone,
savasana, contoured against the
grainity, the ideal gravity, the
direction of wood according to
the planet on which that which
is called tree becomes gummed up
in syrupy tongues, not so political
as attractive. "What is the difference?",
an astute nose might ask. Answer: sex
for power is marketing. Desire for fire's
sake holds its tongue from speech, in order
to deliver the wishes not commanded. Genius
is two staples, violently attaching pages to the back
of two hands which would otherwise find
sustainable satanic handiwork.
Roman Ryan 