Quell these quivering ribs,
rest and relapse.
I overheard this in the synapse
junction, joined with other stirrings,
symphonic or otherwise, always
sympathetic, grays
and other grays engrossing
all the light lays claim to.
What this does to you
does to me
quite exponentially.
You cut your teeth on fragmentary notions
while I chew the bigger picture
until my jaws admit fatigue.
-r. miller
*Insert Propaganda Here* 