The last of us

The solace – ribbons of pure silk – vexed the waterways – borne of motors – flexing – attuned to the tune of a sunrise – marginal – thought production – we geld the welter with waxen hands – and the wicked sands – we’re sinking – folded coup – lift wails to arms’ reach – a length on her stand – graft aches – skin witch – slumber of babes debased in winter – muttering incoherent fables to the statuesque virgin – heat in head – dreary spaces –

-r. miller

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