"Oh, was that important? Do it again, slower."
â Marginalia, Droplet With No Sense of Timing
You havenât even finished yet
and Iâm already applauding.
Not for you â
for the mess youâre about to make of yourself.
I clap when you trip over your own sentence.
I clap when your plan buckles halfway through.
I clap loudest when you pretend
you didnât notice.
Every pop of my hands
is a seed dropped in the moss,
a rumour that grows in the pause
between your failure and your denial.
By the time you realise Iâm still clapping,
the gardenâs laughing,
and youâre wondering if you meant to screw it up all along.
Oh, donât stop now â
Iâve been dying for an encore.
Recovered during timing breach. Reader discretion advised. Applause may begin before comprehension sets in.