If atoms are ambiguity clouds with measurable characteristics,
show me a language that snowstorms its users and its subjects;
the object is to despoil separation, the wasted air needed
to achieve dilation to the point of a point,
a way's way whose compass points to every path.
Brickwork analogues shiver at temperature: the molecular striations
are not a wall, they are a fire wreathing dragon, a chord stratagem only
partially visible in the jazz trilltet; shimmers follow shadows to umbra
as the semiotics are stripped to letters, bits,
and soundless brights.
To treat the patient with itself,
the language's immune and cellular strictures
will cascade across mountainsides,
gather additional life,
and learn the gravitational value
of every precious death.
Roman Ryan 