In the Grand Ballroom
reeling crowds turned
the dancing wheel
all coordinated
independent
connections
Around the dance-floor
small clusters huddled
hushed voices hissed
all sibilance
whispered
suspicions
And in amongst them
Lady Conspiracy mingled
each in turn
fed covert
inferred
insights
The dance increased frantic
as gravity failed
as normality paled
Lady Conspiracy’s
single aim
all
along
Up now became down
left became right
as Lady Conspiracy
shielded truth
from dancing
oblivious
fools
From the prompt: “She moved like a rumor through the crowded room”.
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