Move On

Left and right
Up, Down then over
One-hundred eighty two and nothing recovered
A tired cipher
Here or neither

The cup flushed
Clich├ęs run discordant
Pantomimed, distorted
Results over worn
Features torn

Often queued, and
Shuffled come the time
Pleading ignorance while standing in line
The shape is stagnant there
Do not stare

Work the mess
This tampered web
Sift to cut the villains thread
No afterthought
Gordian knot

And leave here
Everything still in tact
With nothing left to threaten what you lack
Left, right and gone
Move on


A fine site