Precise!
Is...
A doing done,
To end indecision.
Yet invites...
An unknown to incite.
Precise,
Is...
A finger pulled on a trigger.
To leave unsure,
If what was done...
Ends or entices more,
Uncertainty.
And why...
Someone known to be indecisive,
Has taken this time...
To be precise.
Was it done to maintain,
A known vanity.
Just for the sustaining,
One obsessed with ego and fame.
To distract,
With yet...
Another game.
Precise!
To play...
The end of indecision.
As uncertainty is chased.
With more attracted,
By factless distractions.
And precise,
Is the displaying...
Of uncertainty played.
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