It stands to reason
and I suppose to
season that I would
not know that my goal
has been to not know
what is happening. To
disappear into the minutes,
skating on the icy edge of
the seconds, zero to sixty to
zero without a thought of
willful acceleration. Now
that I know that I have
been trying to disappear,
will I keep trying? It seems
likely. To become a ghost,
yes, this is what I aim for
when I am not aiming at
all. To make the most of
this life, sans boast, I must
not coast along this unseen
coast, but rather accord my
hands and eyes and nose with
the fjords as I pass and enter
and exit. In this way, I can
exist with and without the
desire to resist. I can shake
and become my own hands.
These tasks done, over many
years if it be so, I can fathom
my fathoms, these fathomless
atoms, and eventually fully
disappear.
Roman Ryan 