Closing the rift of your head.
Over what force or flower bed,
who watches blood?
In the street, dry money
changes hands.
You change to clockwise counterculture.
You raise your claustrophobia
to monument height
and bite your cheek.
A simple, straightforward atrocity.

-r. miller

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