Move On

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

The cup flushed,
Clich├ęs discordant
Pantomimed and distorted,
The result over worn
Features torn

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

Work an idea
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

-ao

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