Free energy to those
who can withstand it.
Another problem

for the problematic
to sift through.
I thought, for once,

I knew a thing or two about love.
This spread me far apart.
Now, for the real menace of it all,

folding each and every personality
into its belly, riding shotgun
through the business end of blue.

The intermezzo contorts
the color something deeper.
Something to be afraid of.

Fingers go furious
as they dip into the data.
Next time, try the eyes.

-r. miller

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