Break fast and take mast from the ocean,
the theoretical sea, where the hypothesis
dragons map horizons out of otherwise
indefinite papers. Burn, burn hard to the
left and become left over. Leftovers can
bring themselves to tomorrow's dinner,
possessing themselves sufficiently to be
come themselves and split the words that
blurred their aftertaste into twenty four
hours from fresh lasagna. Continuity
errors are imaginative failures. Look!
Cups in the sky! Shattered blue is a
ceramic peace, in pieces with itself
at the end of calamity, the beginning
of breath and death and feather bed
hollows. The valley is a place that de
pends on ridgeline red lines, a place
where the creek can seek its peeks
under the socks of the trees.
Roman Ryan 