a backslide from go-getting, when all looking-forward deserted you, no ladder encroached on your promises
it was one moment after another that proved your enterprise, a spurt of lost ground invigorated your only cause, and from there, where the bright days echo the beeline, cancel all repercussions in the elasticity you call your bearings
one more swipe at the flying start, all in the name of posthaste, disqualifies seriousness before it’s time
and yet you perk up when they bring tears to your eyes
all just another way to show the top layer delusions that there truly is nothing like feeling your way
of course the time of dividing two chairs a pole apart passed without ejecting you from habit
any advance action would again have only amplified expected obstacles
bring on the blanket coverage and restore eleventh hour recoil
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