This minute, instant, second,
It needs to happen,
Instantaneous satiation required,
Watch and listen,
Think through and observe,
Be small in your corner and hear.
Really hear them,
Read the currents of mood and conversation,
Your time will come.
just wait, patiently.
Heart hammering anticipation
It’s coming ,
A screaming howling mass that’s upon you
With an arsenal of nightmarish constructs
Just biding their time
Don’t say a word.
Not a peep.
By intention or fear,
You are frozen in place,
Not moving, just waiting,
For an anvil weight,
To free fall.
Adrenaline high acting on muscle memory,
Plans long forgotten in the moment between,
Planning and chaos,
All you can do is duck, then cover,
Throw whatever you have into the fray,
That the father was on your side this whole time,
While you were standing begging for the favor of gods you thought more relevant,
The father who holds the wheel of this never stopping machine,
Silently and relentless,
Marching ever forward,
Giving you every chance to grow.
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