I stand at the edge of suddenness,
Hair on high alert:

Brazen edged clouds huddle
Agonizing over the fixated land,
Until, as one, they dispatch
A turbo-quill,
Scrawling graffiti onto
Parchment earth’s thicket.

Abruptly, the signing ends
Dissipating into
Further thought and

Annotation fully noted,
The air is shocked by the news.

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