Baby steps

And now, a poem for Day 28 of NaPoWriMo. Today's prompt is to write a "concrete" poem - one that is written so that the lines take the shape of the topic of the poem, or mimic it in some way. 

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First

it took an

age, or perhaps

more than one - in any

case it was quite a long time. 

Then, 

it was fast, 

critics might say

too fast, even, but that

is the curse of modern amenities.

Finally,

it was most

sudden indeed, 

like losing focus mid-

motion and tumbling

                                off the

                                        next-to-

                                               last step. 

Dust yourself off, check in, 

no grave injuries incurred. 

But then, one would surely

be forced to concede how

akin it truly is to falling.