If on certain sun-spotted days,
your shadow sings a jarring aria
whose tune traipses through your bones,
please, by all means, let it
guide the way you move.
You may be led astray, yes,
to some murky, unforgiving region
beyond the reach of all-too-human love.
You may be led astray, yes,
but with purpose and intelligence.
-r. miller
*Insert Propaganda Here* 