Enough. Zoom out.
Zoom under. Tell the
fires of desire that de
sire can only be read
as two words. Tell the
tired wires that connection
will polish their connections.
Do the telling. Do. And read
the repeats into the pauses
between words. That's the
most common phrase: the
space between. Betwixt?
These gaps are little twists
of portmanteauless fates,
pluralities of carnality
meandering through meat
land with a cart that will
only accept the bones or
the teeth. That means: give up
a try. Because down has not
been working.
Roman Ryan 