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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Leslie Newton

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I stand on the rug called Closure,
confident in its design—surely
this story will finish as stories morally do.

But with a flourish,
some unforeseen tragicomic's hand
whips the fringe out from under me and into oblivion.

Stunned now I see the sky
turning like a dial on some fulcrum–
dizzying, rhythmic, and endless.

My feet are still beneath me somewhere
fumbling to find the steadiness to stand again,
so maybe I'll just wait here and watch the clouds instead.