One day, the medications shift.
A continual vacillation
between uplift and downgrade
occurs at the level of the personal.
This is what I mean. A closed caption.
They withstand the fragrance, undulating.
We bear witness forward.
And one day, neurosis, a beautiful face
collapses, and the floor blurs,
space is made. There, I wind the perplexity,
the efficacious kiss, ’round the one
who grasps the perceiving instrument.
-r. miller
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