Numerous the variations. But we without frills. Certain mutations. Taken by extremity. Cold weather clotting. Mute brutality. The clumps of realization gathering. Before us, the age of harmony. Now we’ve busted. Blown over/under. Are you droning suspiciously? In winter’s cartoon clutch. Once reviled accidents of birth. My native tongue.

-r. miller

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