Another time to move,
another shove into the
gray furtherance, the fore
bearance granted under de
press. Glandular issue or
spectacular environmental
ailment? Both, and a dollop
of dollhouse-size cosmic
regret, swallowed with a spoon
emptied of its syrupy expectation.
Delicious remnant, only as revenant
as the sound work in the musical
that we won't see, because we are not
musical people. More like concrete
people. Independent people, perhaps
a little less lonely than that Icelandic
shepherd. Losses to ice respond to
the loss of the ice with tears of
nice, ignorant please. Pay for
it. You paid for it. That the
point of place: cost and
opportunity.
Roman Ryan 