Assessment

Standard

I have a loosened sense
of what grounds me these days.
Ever wake up and find
you’re in a haze
of arbitrary demands?
I mean, look at these hands…
Washed by the cold sands
of an ongoing desire to be other.
I can smother a stance
with the best of ’em,
so leave the dancing to me.
I’ll be here all week,
growing meeker and muckier
minute by minute.
Minute by day.
Day by apocalypse.

-r. miller

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