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    Committed to bits,
    envious teeming realism
    in quiet derailed.

    These upswing discouraged,
    assailed by graces,
    what the mouth can proffer.

    Prospects tinge abstractàly.
    Others than gift by now,
    at home the bladders.

    Destroy my villainies,
    screaming into one’s hands
    as heat badgers and clouds bleed.

    Bless the cold robots
    we’re destined to be.

    -r. miller