There you have it
This is what's next
Clearly from all the things
That came before it
The pattern matches
The delta is calculated
It is this state of being
Sure of the past's future
That denies the past's incomprehensibility
And the present's vagueness
And language's contexts
Bygones to trigones
Greatest artists
Livers of life
Resolve the stories
Of future's knife
Dulling the blade
Losing the edge
What's in a narrative
If not for continuity
I tell you these snacks
Get them out of my pantry
Don't bring them again
For while I'd like to eat them
My impulses are not to be trusted
Roman Ryan 