Inveterate Delusion Poem by Tanya K.Tuomi

It's strange how this reflected light
Is bright. It lightens
All darkest hidden corners of my soul,
And loathsome demons turn to joyful elves,
Who play their celtic tunes, performing
Most crazy ceili dance within my heart.

It's strange how this imagined flame
Is warm. It changes
The climate on the planet of my sense,
Enough to melt misanthropy that crusted
My rivers of emotions, my compassion,
My lands of kindness, like a heavy glacier.

It's strange how this inveterate delusion
Is true, with no effort
It puts all things into their destined place,
While poor realness seems so overstrained
Keep putting two and two and seeing
An "error" sign across the common sense