Dealing

With the strife.

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Merged magnetic moments Woven in magic mesh Stirred by fiery foments Burnt deep into the flesh.

The agony and ecstasy So close the fingers burn Coloured flights of fantasy And peace is hard to discern.

A wreath of woven laurel Intertwined by daffodils The spiky thorns of quarrel Harsh words, the moment kills.

Fragile tested emotions Too raw to be exposed Implacable bastions Conquered and deposed.

Drifting into denial Hiding from the truth Down a deserted aisle Seeking too forsooth.

Intertwined and elemental The tapestry of life Being existential Dealing with the strife.

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David Rudder 2025

Thank you for reading this piece and my poetry.