The electrical system delivers lightning on a consistency that allows life
to nourish. I would like to end on a preposition. Vulture above, inside,
beyond. Sky burial aside complete. Utility! The usefulness of utility
represents redundancy. Too wordy, as usual. That is how it goes; if
you are not new here, you will not surprise early. The syllabic mouth
fills with dry clouds, a mouth full of teeth that draws the blood of
desire. Yes, that feels like what I mean. Anger exists. Grief persists.
The leaves on trees and sagebrush and people talking to people;
each of these pre-semicolon elements resist the failure of the
imagination that stems from the sun. The sky is the ground,
in this manifestation. How many claws are on these hands?
When I do not know what to say, I count. My ability to see
my own fingers -- it's limited. Em, my dash, you're a place
where I do not know my low place. Closeness. I feel enough
voltage, more than enough riverine amperage, and plenty
of certain resistance. Ohm. Ohm. Ohm. Ohms.
Roman Ryan 