Go ahead
and crimp those remnants.
We find whatever
never-sought conclusions
we deserve at the end
of a long memory about fields
and ancient stonework.
A cataclysm is underway.
Just say you want
the contents of your head
shifted up a bit, sifted through
slightly rusted mesh
so as to impart flavor.
How are we proceeding today?
Confetti canyons stand between us,
and all New Year’s resolutions
take up arms. But
this is merely one part
of the perception.
The clattering in the eyes.
-r. miller
*Insert Propaganda Here* 