Hold fast

Where here is we recede
into a backdrop of blacklight
and swirling orange dust.
Nowhere moves as easily
through our slowly withering bones.
Together alone at last.
Hold fast to me, my sweet,
or whatever represents me in your mind,
as I hold fast to this dry lines
however hastily assembled.

-r. miller

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