To Arms

Standard

Limitations and expectations
flood the ragged plain. We scan
the membrane of a thought,
a thought which burst unannounced
through the celestial door
separating the physical
from the rational.
Now’s the time for war,
for motion, for velocity.
Pretty words dot the landscape
that unfolds before our eyes
like a tattered flag.

-r. miller

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