A Signet Ring
Signals.
The mode and load and secret code,
the great weight of the world,
hunched and held unparalleled,
as round and round, we’ve whirled.
Signals from a signet ring,
sounds of silence spin around,
lost in space, to levitate,
some of us are never found
The traps in maps multiply,
my mind’s a magnet for,
a route to boot my mind again,
and open up the door.
Meanwhile, we’ve walked a country mile,
seeking his support,
he groans and moans, the king of thrones,
then holds counsel in his court.
There’s gratitude in attitude,
false hope widens the scope,
there’s karma for the charmer,
as along the track, we lope.
Atlas stood there hatless,
in the burning sun,
at Stonehenge, he seeks revenge,
his day’s work is never done.
Sitting here, we have no fear,
We watch the world go by,
and Atlas just for practice,
lifts us to the sky.
©
David Rudder
2022
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