Rolled 11 right on cue
the break solidly striped askew
time passing fuelled contented bubbly
downed a double beetroot sudsy
moments marrow masquerading
penniless portents skyscraping
seconds boldly claiming shushed
ambivalence like gilded dust
the silence tusked reverberates
with unannounced discursive fates
horizons rich embroiled unsound
immaculately tumbledown
no time to think no time to plot
merry-go-rounded Camelot
the pressure built-up like a span
of centuries condensed at hand
red 7.
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