Threshing Midnight
Gap between the teeth
Would pause find ivory well stacked?
Would tone carry note?
One more tick added
And August is upon us
Another threshold
We grant things meaning
This tik called one, that tock none
Sifting to the goal
The end glimpsed firsthand
When we meet on that dance floor
It's like we own it
Appropriate time
Inappropriate label
Proximity spills
There are guards in place
Tipping hands slightly toward go
Pulling out the stops
The crowd holds their breath
Sharp inhale the starting line
Forms overlapping
Some things meant to be
Who is of mind to resist
The threshing room floor?
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