Focus on the forces of the future
and the devastation will be great.
Fate responds assertively to the fire's
brand of will. Be damp instead
of damned. Lacking oxygen,
purgatory smells like the space
between the earth and moon.
Vacuum the carpet and it will
shift away, red. Fred called again.
He has a bone to stick into
the past. Watch the operation
from the window high above
the room, and the broom will
boom with memories, memories
without merit, without merit,
without miniscule eye
attached to giant stomach.
Roman Ryan 