Diagnosis delivers
the fragility it speaks
struggle consecrates
the ordinary week
Weakness tells a story
that story always ends
swaying mountain glory
the wind that peaky bends
Sound out gray with special care
suffering will swell
until the clouds give out and cry
with water calming hell
Gather up and let them go
the trees that bought this place
they'll divine and sign the ground
until they rot with grace
In a time of lonely storms
too much sun abounds
blinding eyes that otherwise
would see the ones around
Stare with me into the moon
from the feet you've lost
and walk into the sidewalk night
bounded by the frost
Roman Ryan 