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
*Insert Propaganda Here* 