To the Exclusion
Of an illusion.
Sorting out simplicity,
Tossing what is lost,
Feeling the felicity,
Without counting the cost.
Sticking with seclusion,
That is what it’s all about,
And to the exclusion,
When I feel in doubt.
Now I have learned to discern,
To understand myself,
And to not yearn,
For the fame or pelf.
In the night I feel a swoon,
Rain showers and bright light,
And the brilliance of the moon,
As I tread through the night.
Letting go of language,
Leaning past the cast,
Eating up the meaning,
Now will it be the last?
Framed inside a fusion,
An amalgamation must,
To the one exclusion,
The very few I trust.
Songs that turn to symphonies
Melodies to rhymes,
Meeting my epiphanies,
In the quieter times.
All done to the exclusion,
Of what’s not necessary,
Life is an illusion,
And sometimes can be scary.
©
David Rudder
2024
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