Burning Mouth

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Lonely in the loveliest air,
I spare no expense!
I raise clenched hands
to the upper atmosphere,
shouting “Take my hands!”
And the various sands
of a singular idea
pour into my ears,
making it très difficile to hear
anything else. And my hands
are still there, clenched as ever,
and just as meaningless.
So I burn a stick of incense,
put it ‘tween my lips,
then I wait for it to burn
all the way to the end
so the ember sets fire
to my undeserving mouth.
The power I feel then
is unparalleled.

-r. miller

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