Behold, the careening.
Easy dissolve. Unkempt prayers whirl,
hypersensitive, a world gone batshit.

So we lurk in the chaos,
raise hand to eye, fist to mouth,
broken jaw to broken jaw.

What that gets you in the end.
Somewhere is a loathing.
Shall we keep it a secret?

-r. miller

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