The old rot has returned.
As a haze dissipates,
a new hatred installs itself
within the watchtower
of your brain. We’ve got
to abstain from further
searching, this lurching
hemisphere has nothing
left to offer. Consider this
as you un-focus your eyes,
my live wire, on the dire modes
that now approach us
bearing crumpled banners,
indications of darker horizons.
Best now to stick
to the periphery
and fold our hands
as destiny unhinges
its wings and charges
the overcast sky like a cavalry.
-r. miller
*Insert Propaganda Here* 