Room With A View Poem by Ryan Tyger

A day of new, not so long ago full of who? Ragin waters of the swiftist, blackest earth, carried not of its self but of a old self worth.Know dought! A face without, to be not its own is a life with, withouts. So then we landed in the garden, sweet of green sin, u, all. Harvest the hallow ground, seek till we cease, till and leave, filled, and find the stay, no longer ragin, no grey containing...This Room with a view.