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Mysteries
Unfolding.
Is it systematic,
Or just the way it is,
It seems it’s automatic,
And most likely, it’s hit-and-miss.
Mysteries unfolding,
All will be revealed,
And I am emboldened,
Though my lips are sealed.
Signs of satisfaction,
Slumber lost in bed,
A typical reaction,
And part of the long thread.
Tiny parts and pieces,
Seem to magnify,
Particularly if it pleases,
The lingering goodbye.
Systematic failures,
Who turned out the light,
You’re doing me no favours,
Missing in the night.
Eclipsed by lips and Latin,
It’s double Dutch to me,
Slippery sheets of satin,
Like swimming in the sea.
Systematic satisfaction,
Is there such a thing,
I’m watching your reaction,
From the flowers that I bring.
Fabulous frivolity,
Fame and fortune wanes,
Quality, not quantity,
Release me from these chains.
©
David Rudder
2024
Thank you for reading this piece and my poetry.
