Gold cannot hold value the way
these conversations can. Invest,
then, in voice and pen. Invoices
will arrive, on time. Pay them.
Birthdays and calendars. Messages
and palindromes. This home between
homes can roam as far as the mind is
wide. Philosophy cannot continue out
side of conversation. Poetry develops
from its chrysalis in the space between
two people, held as if by parallel spider
webs, halfway, sagging a little, encouraging
both noses to believe that something is un
folding. History spins the same way. The
mystery gravitates with only enough
acceleration to keep this chat open.
Roman Ryan 