run run run run dance
fun fun fun fun chance
fail and fill the halls
with tears and sobs and quakes
until the earth returns to your eyes
and you give a tree a shake
how many rocks in how many hands
how much question how much demand
each speckled egg, each raven, each cloud
cannot furnish itself with pattern
each teaches a new object lesson
a fresh swell of awareness
i get lost in the stumble
until the sidewalk measures out a tumble
and i reach down to catch
you have already caught
there are so many oughts
run run run now on your toes
you have trash, for the trash can
crash for the crash crash stand crash
up a climb and down too fast
speed and time and moonlight passed
point point point that is a plane
and a car and a crow and a hawk
and another plane and the sky offers a little blue
in between the snow and you are convinced
you can catch that blue if you grab and grab and grab
between the storm
i grab and grab and grab between the storm
for the feeling that the rain is not dropping
on my exposed brain, that the seconds are not dropping
your new face your every day new face
outside the space in my mind
the place where we remember
and tremble and run run run run dance
Roman Ryan 