The Performance

The cheers, the applause, the cries 

And I ask them to indulge in this moment 

For it will fade 

Like a distant memory 

 

And hold it dearly like a trophy 

 

Drop a ball of yarn on the floor 

And watch it unravel

 

The uniform of soldiers, 

Each with their own role to play 

 

I say put a slinky on a staircase 

And watch it backflip.

It’s a beauteous sight.  

 

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