Aquittal

as if drawn by an invisible jury the mood inched closer to adjunction incrementally and with unbearable slowness of progress it nibbled away at sizeable apathy pinched a tiny chard of gloom until the clouds burst into silent tears not without questioning the sanity of its success neurons returned to previous still rusty function redefined normality of what was to become not without mocking waste and waistline as if to say you need a belly ring for flotation it will ground you when levitation takes the mood swings too far the verdict not guilty merely colluding as a minor offence released on bail no further injunctions and hard work ahead 24th September 2022