And We Are His Killers

We can express this indefinitely.
The I, being merely
a rhetorical device,
flows of indirection,
the totality of which.
Approaching the situation
with the catastrophic force of a tornado.
Abandoned to abject pleasantness,
we pick at the seams,
in hopes that what unravels.
The absolute gaze dissolves.
Silence is momentary.

-r. miller

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