Mirror broken glass mishmash
the architecture of divine providence
the provinces burn
with the anger of cathedrals
catechism catheters
a great schism upsets the prison ideology
idle wanderings
and idle hands
in the hands of the mercenary
his feet blackened
by the rubble he’s stepped through and steeped
strips of rubbish rub glands
across horrid hearts
but where language fails
the world fails
fleet fragments of forward progress
the agenda is brackish
dripping from the mouths of rivers
which are only rivers
while the oceans are forgiveness
-r. miller
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