In your efforts to inch toward The Point,
(Muddle through puddle your way out the exposition)
The left shoelace you thought was double-knotted
Has now conspired with the bike chain to
Thwart your every pedal.
The more earnest the effort,
The harder the bike chain yanks back.
Cradle-you-by-the-craving-kind-of-attack.
And.
Just.
As.
A.
Climactic.
Glint.
Catches.
Your.
Periphery!
*gasp*
THE PLOT THICKENS
(And then what happens--
The foggy foresight of a narrator
Presses your cheek
Right up to the...)
d
o
w
n
h
i
l
l
It is only now you realize
You had stopped breathing,
Stopped actively creating your cognizance
And just... were.
(This is The Point after all, isn’t it?
To just Be.)
I am proud of you, dear reader;
Look back at how hard your thigh muscles
have strained- pang by aching pang-
against the sludge
To reach your very own
Denouement.
ABOUT: freytag’s pyramid for all my fellow book nerds.
