About to Get Dark

The driving force
of this here history
has hitherto been agony.
Sharpening distinctions arise
within the singular, slowly at first,
but gradually accelerating
past the point of healing.
Color me dysfunctional.
I’ve relinquished my executive power
to some other body.
These words resemble
oil slicks and skid marks.
Stay with me now,
because we’re about to get dark.
Quiet walks in the park
have lost their tranquilizing power.
Asymmetry assumes a more
authoritarian character.
We fret separately over the little things
where we used to fret together.
And all at once, vast midnight
casts itself upon us like a trapper’s net,
to contain us
in a bottomless gloom.

-r. miller

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