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
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