Derailing the savor of dissonance,
we harmonize half-politely.
Somewhere buried
in the unsightly mass of days ahead
is a breakdown most delectable.
Nothing beats the seeking,
least of all the finding.
Certainly, this gentle flutter of phrases
will in time become a blinding blizzard.
Until then, let’s coalesce some more.
-r. miller
*Insert Propaganda Here* 