I feel such a way
Emotions narrative spray
Salty sweet
Briny meat
I ponder
And wander
To resonate
And de-agitate
These feelings
Welling up
Falling down
Calming in
Bowing around
Directed
Inflected
Concerted
Reverted
Seeing myself
Through my feeling eyes
A blurry vision
The crying lies
About the inner feast
My organic beast
Off the leash
Bounding, sheesh
For my exasperated moan
To embarrassed groan
A panoptic puzzle
Fouc'ed prison bubble
Civilizational struggles
Stay out of my Zhuangzi stubble
For nature doesn't shave
Even when it's scratchy
Or overgrown
The way is over
And through
And again
You feel me
I feel out
Second person first
Third person plural
Shuffling through
The abandoned brew
A lukewarm idle
A perfect idyll
Rather than I feel
I am to be
And not to be
Roman Ryan 