Stillness that we relaxed
other questionings, the trace
Those warmest regards
plait the reptile landscape
so stupefied by stomachache
Am I liquid
comatose in languid hue
or a bed presumed paradise
Not by my own hand
Not by my acquiescence
Founded a limitless
governed solely by sun’s trajectory

-r. miller

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