Even the Earth

Such delectable weathers
our minds make matter.
What ever does this clatter stimulate?
Cold is our only dimension.
Even the earth shivers.
Rain goes green in the vial
as does its internal truth.
We ably sap each tooth of vigor
and spit on the sidewalk.
Now underneath armors, ready or else,
the lacking splendor hobbles.
Pause at soapdish, read at exit,
as fire finances metropolitan grace.  
On standby at the fatal moment,
collaboration of flesh and its residue.
Oh how elegantly we acquiesce!

-r. miller

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