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The vapors amassed on the fragile space
between larger spaces –
how like billowy flowers they assemble
their thoughts, bleak, though tantalizing.

We’re in the process of realizing
spectacular spectacles, heavy-handed havoc,
demanding that dust be kicked up
in the glazed faces whose laughter

is brittle longing,
strong and rotting all at once.

-r. miller

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