Architectural archetypes obelisk around
the bush. Flatter irons make presser shirts.
Warning bubbles indicate thirst. Forth
goes back and never returns. May the
direct direction become a west west
windmill, powering the character arcs
that power the power plant that dirties
our water and becomes our becoming.
Not very becoming, in the light of historical
events. May the idioms benight their idiots.
May the judgements become Aprils. All the
funny in the world cannot make sardonic
this sad face. This made place. This hard
grace. Our eyes will always find always
and become everything. Once again, be
come. Arrive. Get here. Go to this place,
where we are. And we will be in another
spot by the time we get there. That is the
map. We are scraps of used heaps of undone
tasks. A protest. A tragedy. A body's politics.
Roman Ryan 