unity

This idle certainty appalls,
though I seek shelter
in what it discloses.
It takes years to occupy
the space between one phrase
and the next.
I could be hollow-bodied.
Or else a variation of entropy…
With one kiss I could negate me
and all my meanings.
Partially golden and disguised.
Eyes trained on a quivering.

-r. miller

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