We in the shallows understood,
understand. Something

in Day’s rib-cage shivers,
something not entirely elaborated.

Decorum plummets
in manufactured shadow.

I recall swallowing what light was left
before the drugs wore off

and it stuck in my throat.
That sure was some spectacle.

Since then, inhibition
has only thickened,

and nobody really goes
outside anymore.

-r. miller

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