New day, same vantage.
I’ll tell more about it sometime,
but for now, we rumba.
Leaden whispers drop
decisively in the ear.
Mangled mind devoured
by recurrent dawns,
I keep my gaze contained.
Future stained a livid shade.
You must be wondering,
and in so doing,
dissolving.
-r. miller
Day After Blues
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