7/28/16

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Have we, in contemplation,
misconstrued the nature
of these things intact?
A black that brims with blacker vim
weighted by the whims
of what’s unseen.
But green is still ineffable,
and what I mean to say, intangible.
Thus the script, illegible,
lusts after meager rhyme.
“It’s killing time,” the wounded say,
“For those who would dismantle Day.”

-r. miller

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