Through a New Lens

I think maybe
with just the right kind of courage,
we can circumnavigate these wild precepts.

Stark-eyed and mystified,
we watch the skies for intrusions.
Light seeps secretly away
as night comes like a barbaric yawp
and ensnares us in its echo.

Something doesn’t really add up.
But what was I thinking?
Certainly, there’s a feeling,
but one of indeterminate character.
And with its mounting rhythm,
we circulate profusely
in and out of the gaps
our mutual memory leaves untainted.

-r. miller

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