Long papers dwell in
verted squirrel, walking
the sun line with confidence.
So, do you know? That is
our question, our song,
our long paper time,
where we cannot remember
what P D F stands for, even
in this closed pre-social moment
when the foment of the average
lurking word develops its
gray squirrel patience. Are
we patient? No. We are in a hurry.
We worry that we must run short
of the time that will run out of
our rooms. Brooms. Sweeps.
Romance. I love to hear it. We
are near each other, that is the
definition of symbiosis. And happily,
death also breathes in closeness, until
the vultures realize that high above the
earth is extremely close to the planet,
as far as Neptune goes. Each side of the
ocean is close to the other, by the
same ocean. Cosmic concern? Comic
unlearned reality, written, smitten,
and these legislators will judge
the future the way they were judged:
harshly, with many comments on
this long paper.
Roman Ryan 