Now that I am sleeping
soundlier than ever I was,
I’d like to give thanks
in the form of a vibrating sinew.
A period of grave renewal
awaits us at the end of the sentence.
Let the floors collapse
beneath the weight of rejoicing!
Where once was only voicing
of opinion shall be
suffocated with conviction.
Proposition me already!
I’m so profuse,
I’m practically a flood.
-r. miller
*Insert Propaganda Here* 