The Corners
Of acceptance
Some questions need to be answered.
The answers are too deep for me to find
Versions of the truth conjured in youth.
Sit in the archives of my mind.
They reside in corners of acceptance.
And are sorted and reshaped in files
With editing help and assistance
They are allocated into different piles.
I massage answers to your questions.
And soothe evocations that I feel.
I create firebreaks around infernos.
And take care of what lies beneath the peel.
There are layers of covert information.
Some of the answers lay between the lines
To some eyes, they’re only hieroglyphics.
Yet to me, they are intricate designs.
I will send you messages with answers.
To questions I have only asked myself.
The gravity of the words I’m saying.
Salves heal and anoint my inner health.
Before questions have been fabricated
The answers are written in my mind
Part of an elaborate elocution
Handwoven and beautifully refined.
So, when I say I love you.
It’s a vibration to set me free
Lined up as an answer to the feeling
Cupid’s swiftest dart threw me.
©
David Rudder
2022
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