With all due respect,
mind your hazards.
Some recollection disperses.
The performance proceeds
with little misadventure.
The first signs of amalgamation
are stirring at the bottom of the mind.
Say we scope out an exit strategy,
what happens then?
Pour our desire
into the rose-enameled sky,
and watch the enterprise enlarge.
Gorgeous throats open
to receive such wisdom.
And all we have is pain,
emaciated and trembling…
-r. miller
*Insert Propaganda Here* 