Unself animals
retain less consciousness
contain more openness
to whatever comes next.
Any place you have the
run of the place if you do
not acknowledge
walk.
An icebox still
full of plums.
Any trope you want.
The complete lack
of nope, the lack of cope,
climb onto the back of the sincere
ungracious mind.
Eleven years from now
it will be eleven days
from now and a few
more days.
Rest less.
You can sleep
in your bed.
And do not
hesitate.
There will be
some fortitude
at the beginning
of our beginning
of our beginning
at the repeated
insistence that
there was already
enough in the
basket to feed
our grandchildren's
grandchildren's
dystopia.
Roman Ryan 