Delight is only
as delicious as
delighted. Each
sighting's plight
carries a bard
owl of a neck
into the radii
of a milieu of
plural circles.
Do not ask
Emerson,
he will not
give you a
thorough
place to
silently
reply.
Neither
can Whit
man find
a whit of
a can of
warm worm
lucidity. Through
fish dishes, a
quiet diet.
The eater
refrains from
multitudes in
favor of vicissitudes,
an attitude of difficult,
a platitude of dificil,
an approach to cog
nates as unsettling
as short pants. Play
the dry season like
a rain shadow and
the big umbrella to
the West will develop
a halo, a trailer whose
movie is as good as
its nets. One trachea
and a sideways glance.
Each adds up to a sentence,
a death most welcome,
a practice in plying thy
paper for vortices, for
vertices, for a place
without a place where
a person can un-
become a person.
Roman Ryan 