I have failed the daylight savings test.
My clocks are rocks -- they will not
move. I proved the darkness worthy
of inaccuracy, rank. O darkness, will
you deliver us from ankle deep water?
O daylight, will you bring precision
back into focus? Also, can you end
a question with an idiom? There is
a preposition of a different flavor
to consult before this ice cream
cones. And another noun parades
in verb. The curb is the only indicator
that we have ourselves a sidewalk. And
who am I to develop such a conjunction
in such a vague way? Will spelling save
us? Will phrases concave us? I cannot
dwell on the breath long enough
to call it meditation.
Roman Ryan 