material reality, your rebar, your carpentry, your laminate floors
you hold up our bargains and straighten our stairs
and what of ethereal ideal ideas
and what of belief, mentality, and faith
the river of show is awash in tells
the verb to snow is here in our hells
and so, and so, with extra aversion
I admit, I admit, to think is to do
and to think the same thoughts
can it be done
on short lines or long
will minds cooperate and run
I mark none of your questions
and can hear none of mine
let us stroll in a cadence
and be thus divine
Roman Ryan 