The pregnant air within a room
Of something there that lurks and looms
A sandy mouth, a mounting pulse
A presence felt, like creeping ghosts
The rigid eyes, transfixed in moments
The tension in compounding quotients
To stop your breath and burst your heart
’til finally the curtains part
Reality now has reshaped
The once bound mouths now spring agape
And whether you next cheer or cry
In part you’ll miss the thrill gone by
The Mewriginal 
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