Life in flustered sweeps
delineates more than it can chew.
The “liquor never brewed”
proves less intoxicating
than once supposed.
For now, I’ve closed up
each and every ventricle
with palisades of plaque,
in advance of all future attacks
of sentiment and sense.

-r. miller

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