Live in the Present

Again I find myself bemused
in the temperate zone
of lonely diminution.
Another revolution dead on the fringe.
A silence unhinges itself
and shunts the sun from its altar.
So much for the paltry ambitions
which once sustained me.
No longer will I abstain
from savoring the flavor
of this putrid air.
I dare anyone to try and stop me.

-r. miller

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