All in one
adds up to none
in all. Stall the
feature and call
it what it is. Then
there won't be all
that fizz. The biz
can handle a candle
without the extra
flames. Fire's place
is above wax, on
a wick, burning
at the floor. Gravity
reverses depravity
bringing the low
high. Language
does the same
work, never
shirking the
advancement
of itself, a
conflagration
whose greatest
devastation haunts
the richer mind with
previous and future
poverty. Riches are
always spent down
in the end, while
poems reach for
the floor and
never know
a ceiling.
Roman Ryan 