Contortion Poem by Christine Errett

Blistering cool, frozen heat, trapped inside, soft defeat
Blazing light, shrouds the day, weeping moon must turn away
Blades or razor? Grass and petal, heart of glass and soul of metal—
Steel may bleed though heart shan't cry; — tears shall burn if glass will die.
Broken fragments fall as rain, bitter bliss rage must restrain

Endless pathway, anon a reason, hope and light be felt in treason.
Darkness cleared by dreary gloom, helpless dreams their light their doom.
Seeking blindness, watch your eye, ‘till black mourn arises nigh

Sun of shadows, dark of light, spare the soul of the silent and slight
Dawning night the dusk of morn; light and darkness ‘twilt be torn
between the pure and seeking true; fools of soil sparing few.
Longing lies, and silent truths, speak out! or remain aloof.
Forever lost in light of day, finding nothing to speak nor say

Crystal forest, ashen sea, waves of grief for none to see
All is lost though every found, waking breath may you abound
Seeking mist within the night, never rise to duel your fight
Madness sought the true of truth; truth hath wrought what madness strew