The most reliable path
is the one where one
keeps going.
Following the feet,
the journey has been
where each stepped.
There are maps.
There are traps.
There are nightcaps.
Each stratagem
folds under
tactical pressure.
There can be no adventure
where blueprints scheme
and scheme and scheme.
The problem with advice
and questions are their deviance
toward the obscurity that does not move.
Motion.
Ocean.
Commotion.
Our words can keep running,
one at a time
up and down that hill.
Be we mania
for big me world
or humble blades
of grassy glass,
our hearts remain
in it, beating, quick.
Our solitudes
Emily us
lettering us
out of
the
water.
Roman Ryan 