It rains. It need not provide
pains. It does, though. The
need does not respect the
outcome. That is unavailable.
Unavoidable. The things that
surge inside splurge and hide.
Inevitability retains inevitability.
No dodge cities in this town.
That was then and this is then
too. History is the present
sliced thin enough to see
on the slide, light beneath.
Do not fear now. Until you
hear the fear now, wear
your weary how in your when.
It's a cloth of a different mud.
The murk will not work to
distract the brains whose
pain is still present. That
now will power the tower
and erect a defect so high
that high will not describe
it enough. That's a lot of
words. Please bear me.
Or with me. Some prep
osition must concatenate
with my bear. Grin along
side. Next to. Beyond? No.
Above? No. Along. Be
side.
Roman Ryan 