Christine Errett


Slake - Poem by Christine Errett

For sane closure of what was and never is-
and was still is; — though is never was… it—
dark fire black light blissful remorse sorrow's delight
black fire darkened light blissful sorrow remorseful plight
clever anguish, smart your sting, sorrows left though more you bring
leave my stay and march your dirge, happy lies be blissful purge
trustful boast that is it— is what wasn't was— as it is never as was—is
doubtful dream is what it is—what was wasn't, though is can be


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, March 13, 2012



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