Chopped up as chapters, a wondering goes a wandering.
Could thoughts cohere and declare, oughts wouldn't need sought.
Strive, knives, to be so sharp as to non-exist.
Climbers see ladders and know what to do.
The sky tips over and shows its purples, as a backdrop not a cause.
Fate eats destiny and luck is a sheep in a storm.
Don't move when you can't see.
Land on two feet when the ground asks to shake your hand.
Untarnished floorboards do not know how squeak.
Pallid makes valid stone.
Bones give muscles purpose.
Tones surround cones and sweeten ice cream.
Swallow up sprinkles and have yourself a lawn.
Clay pretends to pigeon.
Play plays purgatory against work.
Give uselessness a chance.
Why existence shadows too many early adults.
Canary, coal mine, lung disease, ranking.
Nineteen lives deep, the twentieth will bring what score it might.
Roman Ryan 