Benefaction and putrefaction
have common cause to band
rubber and apart. To give calms
shivs palms, stabbing lines that
readers would have found rounder
than the peaceful can accept.
Oh, descriptive world. Your
exclamations are too calm
for the candlelight vigilance
of an old time elementary
school child, reading the
Foible in front of a dying
fire. Things worsen, turn.
Things that don't turn
learn to burn a little
dimmer and shimmer
kettles-full of forgetful
memorial knowledge.
Embodiment is a cog
in a native machine.
Frogs are logs until
the swamp croaks
otherwise.
Roman Ryan 