The note that crept in

As systems are wont to do

Not that he needed to eavesdrop,
Nor stand at a door kept open with a prop,
It was written between the lines,
The new realities it seeks and clearly defines,
As they whisper in hushed tones,
The citadels shiver with the moans and groans,
A moment of indiscretion,
Brings forth the stark facts of a revelation,
Obviously, an explanation was sought,
Then came an apology to stem a rage to report,
Maybe it is still in process,
Before we make it something we confess,
And some time of just waiting,
Your breath belaboured and then abating,
What the future holds is heaving,
Trust the Lord to keep in the land of the living.