The Pendulum swung.
Nothing could be done
to balance.
Things.
No need.
To dance and pout.
Or let it all hang
out.
A moral drought.
Caught nowt.
But the dregs
of doubt.
Throughout.
We thought to flout.
The rules.
No clout.
Snap out of it.
Dip into the daydream.
Not as daft
as it seems.
Drift in.
To the centre of the city
at night.
Waiting for you.
Pendulum Swing
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