With Bated Breath

“Every eye fixed itself upon him
with parted lips and bated breath
the audience hung upon his words
taking no note of time
rapt in the ghastly fascinations of the tale”

-Mark Twain, Tom Sawyer


And now we wait.

All of them, all of us,
to see if it is possible.
To see the dream realized,
or the believers made fools of.

For the celebration,
the disappointment,
the word made flesh.

We wait.

With bated breath.

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