The build up lasted for days,

lasted for weeks,

lasted too long.

Our hero withdrew,

when there was two,

he could not choose one,

so there was none.

Worn into the vaguely announced.

The spinning top made a sound

like a train across the valley,

fading, oh so quiet but constant til it passed,

over the ridge

into the distances

written on your ticket to remind you where to stop,

and when to get off.






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