Hello. I am focused on your hand.
The shake says everything I can
know about what is going to be
come of our in-between selves.
Shall we begin to end our touch?
It is time to make conversation
out of interest and of interest,
a new and interesting form.
Fill it out, we will. And accordingly,
our songs will breathe frost onto
the listening ears and articulate
our moment of meeting's forever.
Ah, yes, the infinite argument for
art's sake. Yes, that is how the stars
got to be something paid for in
attention. Can we be such as well?
Shall we go by Lincoln's law?
Esteem from the fellow fellows?
It seems like a permanent ellipse,
unless one slingshots out of orbit.
To be elect, to be selected, to be
and not to see. That is the blindness
bind of popularity's grind: it's made
into coffee too many times to taste.
Roman Ryan 