Step wantonly.
These little sprinklings of insight
sure do sting. It’s about time
we try punching in all directions
All in all all at once.
Didn’t my last dunce cap
come with a tassel? Of course
that was before the miscreant mass
of bootlicking savants
stormed the castle
and told everybody to go home.
My home was behind
the petrified eye of my Self
reflected in the eye of a storm;
it was a long trudge, for sure,
and took up the better part
of my afternoon.
In the background, voices crowing,
oblivion bleeding through the seams…

-r. miller

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