I originally wrote this as an aside to Heraklia Aelius, who has been wrestling for eons with a happy ending to her Noir chapter at the Rostra, as

A Word to the Wise

Higgledy-Piggledy
Deus ex machina,
Playwright's device for a
Rescue from Fate,
Figures in hopeless plots
Anteclimactically;
Grab it, dear dramatist,
Ere it's too late!


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