Let the riotous disenchantment commence.
Commemorate this moment forever
in secondhand accounts and firsthand interpretations.
Take to the streets in electrified silence
and make perception your plaything.
Fill your angry bellies with overripe doubts.
Dance away your aggression in lackadaisical jerks.
Bleed out thoughtfully, with agency.
Sink softly into the murky embrace of your own shadow.
Let insomnia be your guide.
-r. miller
(sub)Prime Directives
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