A Second Guess

 

Jaded by the magical ball

No throttle forward can be taken

Until the bated decision is made

Powerless, breath is held on high

Suspense fueled by eggshells

By the minds that can’t make

Tenterhooks and glass brooks

Flowing through a standstill

Energies on overdrive

As fury subsides

The calm sets in

As unreasonable whispers

Stop colliding

When the Phoenix appears

Burning assumptions to the ground.

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