By turns savory and sour,
the implications of the purge
spread a menace through December.
A fragrance we remember
fitfully, when circumstances align.
We invite decline
among the ranks and refine
our tastes accordingly. Of course,
it could have gone differently.
When certain segments of reality
bite down, others diminish in intensity,
and you go to bed wondering,
true colors blundering
across your meager dreams.
-r. miller
*Insert Propaganda Here* 