Leave a little verse
for this verse
and the worst you
can expect is to be
wrecked against unthinking
rocks, stocked and clocked
until your inventory runs
slow. All that you see here
will leak, fear, dissolve. All
that you did here will speak
tears, resolve. Each notion
is a potion, one drop in a
Jupiter ocean, a comparison
engine whose gases are masses of
similar light. It is night at all times
after the sun. Our fright is all grime
according to our fun. The type of
forgetting that becomes netting
is the type of fish that you
will catch. Each memory latches
a new door, polishes a new floor,
ignites a new core. The fusion
chills us. We imagine forevers
but nevers become our now.
Roman Ryan 