Of course I demand
the completion of the change.
May we be where we are
going.
O Destination,
love me like the night.
The night is near and far,
stars and cars.
Each light enters my eyes
at the place where my eyes begin.
Stars and cars are going places too.
How can I be
where I already am?
when I already am?
how I already am?
Wait
carries the wrong wait.
Wait
implies boredom and
waste.
Fate
theorizes too much
the future.
How can I mean well
that my means are the same
as my end?
Difference
fails the peace test.
Every time and place and thing
can be and feel and smell
same.
Roman Ryan 