Pieces of ourselves
we know, and how…
Fresh light chimes,
insistently.
Wondrous movement.
A sky fit for touch.
Eventually
too much
fills the spaces of our bodies.
The home intensifies…
Poorly,
we recognize
these things
as they were for us,
once only.
-r. miller
*Insert Propaganda Here* 
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