Chill will spills time,
as profligate with seconds
as years. Cold dilation
looks more for the slow
vocation of the glo-
ocean, neon effervescence,
convalescent incandescence.
Sieve the senses into a break
and stake the brakes on the
theory that stopping never
bends. Lend these hands
a bone: they need a reason
to season their expectations
for anticipation with
enough rosemary that
you'll taste gingerly.
Lo! Temperature!
A measure of pleasure
given the heat treasure
in the dragon's wagon,
driven for the last time
several big bangs ago.
Roman Ryan 