Relax the vanilla rabble,
hand to uncharted hand,
so rare these times/a taste shaken.
The wrath you seek is patiently diminishing.
A cool shadow swimming
through tears the frayed eyes
dropped elsewhere. As always,
the wrong sized typical.
Localize this then vocalize abstractly
conditions of malice. Somewhere
seeks a punishment/breeding the merely.
Clasp me, I’m very nearly
bleeding from my own circuitry,
left behind.
-r. miller
*Insert Propaganda Here* 