Fragile, somewhat, and rendered
less than worthy, some idea
I had of myself carries itself
to a conclusion. I never saw it coming.
Never saw the profusion of disorder
waiting just around the corner.
I wade through gluey light
in quest of something else to grasp,
something else to ground me,
to keep me intact and breathing.
Excuse me while I wet my eyes a bit.
My vision has been positively seething.

-r. miller

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