All in All

A little less cut-and-run,
a little more domicile. PLEASE.
At least can we figure out
what to teach the swarming tadpoles in the basin?
I can only speak of acceleration, sinews,
and the way one moment kisses the next
with unchecked lips before falling back
into the woozy rumba of the past.

Sometimes, we outlast even our own opinions.
Depraved white shadow, stay thy minions.
The vineyard is as good a place as any
to receive these revelations
as they arrive by cloudburst.

By my calculations,
the worst of our proclivities
will wrest us from the fevered grasp of the divine.
Only then can we begin
to gather our unlimited shine.

-r. miller

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