Chandelier dancers do not sway.
Play, play with the bright blue
night, as long as it remains after
noon. It's always after twelve
every where. The clock offers
a lot of truth if you do not believe
in exactitude or the possibility
of now. Italics, for the emphasis,
the ekphrasis, the reaction to the
second's second act. Let the music
mosaic. Let the asphalt algebraic.
The words salt the sentences,
just enough to give those lips
the taste of sea. Life as a soft
cheese, spooning, crooning,
letting one self become un
made as an instrument
of sonic disintegration.
Roman Ryan 