We were in the midst
of living our lives
into insignificance
- heroically, for
our part - when suddenly nothing
unusual happened, except to us.
In a sense, and by our arts
of innocence, adroitly
turned: we fell
in love.
And nobody noticed,
Nobody cared, while for us
the world burned.
We commenced to push
neverendingly for
the coming of shove
- with all it entailed.
In a private conspiracy
of one, which we sooner
or later became, we flailed.
For as long as it took,
from try to err,
we failed 'til
we failed
to fail.
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