Within a symmetry strange
here come all the high achievers
from their committes in glowing pants.
It's so hot hot inside the drama
the ecstatic ordinary jungle
chiming with their dares
all their lovely paper tigers.


Not quite an overheard 'found' poem but some words from a telephone conversation behind me got this going.


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