Zero to a fault,
caustic shift to page.
Bluster frail delight
in pondering grave.
One service guts the savior, please,
but in disappointed time.
A potent sense of dislocation.
This makes a new this
by rhythmic fodder.
However how we disinter.
Next disintegration
likens what the holding
signs a sleight. There,
alight upon a verbal tension,
I loosen my urge
and folly up the sentence.

-r. miller

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