So much is murdered for the sake of story.
No asides or b-rolls deliver glory.
It’s not the quiet part that receives limelight.
Nor sleep’s dreams or bland nitty gritty outright.
It’s the haloed moments wreathed in flashbulb fire.
It’s completions coinciding with the wire.
It’s the photo finishes & the nicks of time.
It’s making brief points that surprisingly rhyme.
The glamorous victors of history won’t show…
All tedious moments that polished their glow.
L.B.Stowe 