Resistance
To instruments of change.
Life is just a transitory illusion
One minute here the next I disappear
Filled with famous moments of friendship
And tainted by uncertainty and fear
Existence is an eternal enigma
Actuality is a momentary occurrence
Reality is aligned with regulation
Sight the second before my disappearance
Mystery in the moments of making
Sense of the insensible and strange
Knowing our tentacles of torture
Resistance to the instruments of change
Truants of transparency tumble
I can see through your whims and ways
Picking up the letters in a pickle
Inches of wind before the blaze
Up in Smoke who bespoke
The rituals written in the trees
Yet another strange disappearance
Blown away by the summer breeze
Perfume in a languorous love letter
Poignant pieces of scent sent in the mail
Looking for the meaning and scheming
Searching for the disappearance trail
When I find the end of the rainbow
I’ll leave you a map to find the way
Outlining my means of disappearance
And the reason I didn’t stay
©
David Rudder
2023
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