The letters amass amid ruins.
About time for a purging.
Everyone here surging with sentience,
sickening the squall.
Initiate call-and-response.
Regularity drag. There a haggard mass
of pearls. We tweak and unbutton the world,
arms roped with fever.
Believers wakening
to a weird and whispering sun.

-r. miller

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