Oh great sky

Oh great sky
peering down on me
through your great
electric looking glass,
when will you ever
I need something
to jump out of
and a spot of hope.
Oh great sky
full of milky rope.
The end is pissing
in an empty bottle.
We all live in a fever,
but that isn’t
the half of it.

-r. miller

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