Roman Ryan

Ascension breaks into assertion
Contortion as extortion 
For want of importation 
Consecration as implantation

Seeds into wood into weary land
Hands shiver as they deliver 
Stand and sliver moon
Upsides head far down

When the town gets city
Pity gets witty
Laughter calls to stall
Wait wait wander

Until fate beckons wonder
Fragile possible perhaps