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Mesmeric Transformation
In a trance.
In a trance, I do the dance
To the mesmeric metronome
It feels so close to my heart
The hearth that I call home.
In the end, I try to send
The hypnotic waves away
A step back into sanity
The theme of work and play.
The beat is neat and bewitching
The spell is soporific
Mesmeric and magnetic
Languorous and somnambulistic.
Settled in the sleep of dreams
The sanctity and solace
In the wind and blown away
Not of the human race.
Falling in the fathoms
Drowning in the depths
A flight of flaming fortitude
A dalliance with deaths.
Picked up on the seashore
Driftwood or a shell
Listen to the ocean
Music I know so well.
In another state of mind
Mesmeric transformation
Much too late for me to wake
Or is it my imagination?
© David Rudder
2024
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