The day is going to work out.
The terminator, that sphere-wiping
horizon line, will edge out the day
before the beginning of night.
This hedgerow, in which we are
currently hiding, is too bright to
reveal any of its lights. I like to
leave my headlights on anyway.
It is better than not being
in the scene. Camera, action.
You get it. We all want to be
the focal point, that's a big
bit of the point.
Chomping on this bit,
we fail to see our teeth
because they have bitten down
on our eyes. I am nervous
about the things that may
come late in the day. The day
may not enable the dissipation
of the dissertation that death
writes during life. That knife,
twisted, makes pointed the dis
jointed feeling of watching the
green leaves anticipate the
brown. Down is a direction
that is not on the compass. I
am a rose, more thorn than
petal. It's a kind of mettle
that develops when one
develops oneself like film,
in the dark, during the great
hard hours of the day.
Roman Ryan 