And
For a moment – reveals more unseen progression!
So for this silent exaltation
With one last exclamation!
The poet enacts a cancellation
The poet subtracts punctuation
There are times when the obscurity and loneliness
Leave every ounce of the flesh in a state of hopelessness
Yet, each day poetry develops - harmony steadily envelops
In social emptiness the verses find purity and joyfulness
Poetically lighting the (once) impenetrable darkness
With the fire of constantly burning dedication and desire
Every physical aliment is spiritual irrelevant
Every current moment is a destined present
All impurities requiring correction
Are accepted as personal perfection
The many obstacles – which stood in resistance
Are overcome by the execution
of persistence
Logically the poet knows there is no chance that this
feeling will last
But if it`s true the past remains the past
And if it`s honest “Alea
iacta est”
Then until the next serendipity – may this emotion remain unsurpassed.
Composed By: Andrew Drucker
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