Poetry

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Dropped the original intent (and title). Embraced the dithering. Even the syllable count becomes indecisive in the last five stanzas. Thank you again, David Lynch (sarcasm).
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Dithering (2024 version 2.0 - final)

Another win? A cold defeat.
Our victors grin
while they flee in retreat.

Come seek with me. We won't get lost. 
You're portent free,
I say we're both star-crossed. 

Abide with us. Close to the heart.
It's dangerous,
we better stay apart.

Moving again. Life iterates.
Dodging the din
at a different place.

Changing careers. Identical aims.
Meet the same peers
with alternative names.

Many circles. Ceaseless replay.
Rounding hurdles,
slowly sneaking away.

Challenge the norm. Shake it askew.
New can barnstorm
along an old breakthrough.

Need some tired tropes. To hide the truth.
Much like the hoax
behind a curtained booth.

Bring out the polls. Let's guess the vote.
Maybe hew holes
in the Lion's showboat. 

Sawhorse swishing. Its twiglike tail.
Pumpkinhead's missing
on the campaign trail.

Commiserate. Just lift the ban.
So Dot can finally date
her junked axeman.

Will Tip return? Surgery's due.
It's Ozma's little U-turn
from Pink to Blue.

Jinjur's legions. Primed for conquest.
Straw boss asks Stevens
where he keeps the war chest.

Strange decorum. A body sprawled.
Schedule the post-mortem,
Mister Baum was mauled.
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