We had to start late,

because my teeth were clinched so hard at the beginning

that there is not any more wishful thinking,

and if there is its through CLINCHED TEETH.

With no prior experience

and barely any teeth left.

(((locked in)))

despite barely any exposition whatsoever,

I can hardly get my hands around any of it.

Around all those those perfect laces;

to throw that perfect spiral,

all that’s left

against the backdrop of the cheering crowds and the stadium lights,

and those massive hands that can grip anything,

                        is to lie still amongst that writhing  Rat King.