At late lights,
obsession sees
a shelf in the mirror
all red, spinal solemn
where must becomes
did without a recken
ought.
For discoverers and
art, non-parrallel
reasons erase the
sense that there
is far from here
and guides the
guide to ride
and crash on
every available
wave.
To what do I respond,
in this milieu? Excuses
for the use of ouevre.
Short sentences. In
tell, I gence, and
take phrases from
faces and value.
Derivative inflections
make syllable infections
and I, virus propagation,
made of viruses, wish
bacterial wrigglings
upon my reflective
fingers and upon
every pianical
poem.
Roman Ryan 