I know this glance of yours.
Without a word
We are in the dangerous rhythm.
It brings
An invitation
To explore
The same thought
We know the other one is having.
No one is going to be happy
When one of us or the other
Loses their edge,
Explodes in a fit of nervous, uncontainable
Laughter. Sweating with the effort to stop.
Face flushed with effort
Willpower overcome but still revving the faulty engine.
Silence will be cremated.
All of the collective focus of this room
Will go the way of the dodo.
We will both be held to account
In the eyes of those whose moments are stolen from them.
There can be no sympathy,
There will be no quarter.
Just the shock of fits and starts
Failing to control themselves.
And a new communal rage seeks to devour us.
Please, look away.
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