Wonder.
Yes, I wonder
and something that wonder
claws into curiosity and then
often
a demand to command the information
to become to become to sum into
my expected laden gifts.
Yes, ninety ninth percentile
back in the day,
tested, hefted, unresisted,
like a hot life
through clutter
in which the clutter
mutters
but at the ends
spreads itself
like high-quality
Irish butter.
Buy that and broke it.
Reverse that and repeat
both in both in both
broths.
Soups off
the counter and on
the floor.
Hard as a core,
appled and dappled,
commanded again:
comma a little less
and stop completely.
A little.
More.
Roman Ryan 