Viva

Paradoxical fires lick
your waiting lips, lisping
strange sky wringing
its gray hands
in anticipation
of the storms we inhabit.
Dour eyes crystallize.
Faults and flags wave goodbye
as you sit trying
to pen the anthem
that will deliver us
from entropy.

-r. miller

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