Mark my words: they do not come from
or for me. Line length implies strength,
trading meaning for message motility.
Little chats, that's what we are in this
game to discover. Suddenly, motion.
An ocean of motion. The swirl defies
connotation, lurching around until
it's time for lunch. Organization and
contractual obligation squeak so that
your hands know where the walls
are. Cars, also. Sweet comma, can
you hold on long enough, pause hard
enough to bring a thoughtful notion
into the markings that call themselves
words, sentences, fragmentation?
Slowly, assemble communication.
Roman Ryan 