Compression eats reality;
both are too late
for breakfast.
There's not enough
time. No, there is
not. This is the
truth that must drive
all cars and decisions
and training. Train
for limitation
and arrive at the
station too late,
too late again.
Desire is wanting.
Yes, wanting is also
found, wanting and
lost, not on time.
Finding's findings
always come in
after they have
expired. This milk
is chunky. I, the me,
the person, each of
these concepts falls
down the line
and becomes a narrative,
an arc, a geometry
that fades away,
a tangent off the edge
of the spheres that form
a universe that is
running, running
out of time.
Roman Ryan 