There’s nothing more
I can contribute.
I’ve dried up in the sullen air
of this forgetful valley.
I probably look like
I could use a decent feeding.
Archaic deities are busy kneading
my brain into shapes
I barely recognize,
and my eyes have decided
to try on a shade of red
for the 2:00 lull. Funny,
yesterday I felt so full
of whatever they call “feeling”
that I could barely lift my body
to its various projects.
Now, I’m merely one object
among the others,
a cohesive chunk of particles
slowly fusing to the floor.
-r. miller