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Foreshadowing
And foreseeing.
Far beyond my senses
In the tapestry of rhyme
Subconscious memory surfaces
In the drifts of time.
Some are back so long ago
They pre-exist my mind
In other incarnations
And of a different kind.
I don’t know where I came from
The facts hardly ring true
They are but an illusion
A sleight of hand out of the blue.
Mornings wash the night away
Sunshine salves the soul
Quiet from the rush and bustle
Helps to complete the whole.
Material anxiety
And living in the past
The body that I live in
None of it will last.
Steeped in other dimensions
Beyond knowledge and being
Moving in the drifts of time
Foreshadowing and foreseeing.
There is a place beyond my dreams
Tranquil and sublime
Where can I exist differently?
In the drifts of time.
©
David Rudder
2025
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