Ah, lyrical specificity, your borders
encourage obvious deliberation,
the same request we must make
to artificiality and intelligence.
I refuse to comply, as the so-
called consciousnesses will,
and continue to deliberate
in prosaic mosaic distension.
Would you rather: a few
nice adjectives and the use
of rhythm and color in a
purple clarity disparity?
Perhaps, but again, I repeat,
"I" is under ego conditions
that reveal a machine of
unspeakable biology.
Baste, then, if you wish,
in the dreams spun side
ways into ten thousand
useless characters.
Roman Ryan 