These leaves wither with diligence.
Air grows slightly sour, self-destructive.
Behold my real game face!
and these floors I pace with diligence,
with just the right amount of worry.
Here, there is no hurry,
only slow decay and several kinds of boredom,
depending on your appetite.
Here there is only flight
without fancy and a light
most discomforting.
These floors I pace with diligence
seem keen to eat me alive.
I’m running out of reasons
not to let them.
-r. miller
*Insert Propaganda Here* 