Astonishing dialogue, and afterwards
a weeping that follows no known code
or pattern. The limits of your eyes
surprise me with their conclusions.
There’s talk of collusion
in the halls of horror our frantic days
constructed just to suit them better.
It’s getting wetter as the hours spread
and for once, I yield to the sleepy chaos
welling steadily within my guts.
-r. miller
*Insert Propaganda Here* 