So we excluded the rains,
dampening brains,
fuzz of weak light trickling.
About the fragrances tickling
flowers one never spoke.
The joke of it pursues weeks on end.
We all of some tackled
defending auras rueful
in the process in name if not deed.
This seed of a glance carries where.
Certainly upshot with motility
corrects the clobbering noon.
You’ll swoon and spoon
your way into posterity.
Pliant and then some.
Prosperous and engorged.
-r. miller
*Insert Propaganda Here* 