Drop Everything!

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The guilty get gilded,
the fearless get frisked.
What was it for which
we risked our radiance?
The arcade ambiance here
really doesn’t fit,
which instills in the spectator
a sense of disjunction.
Clearly the higher functions
of the mind have to be suspended,
midair if possible,
until we get a better look
at the possibilities
wavering in flight.
We’re tactless but tasteful,
so you have to give us some credit.
Life is a feeding frenzy
and little else.

-r. miller

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