At one point I mistook the agency of police work and Miranda
For providence.
I thought, some fingers must surely be lost in the grist
And grinding.
Now I obey my hands. They treat me right.
Our world lives violate; these gropes have
Embellished
--the treatment under which I have seen you labor to remain silent.
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