Mister Contradition And I Poem by Charlotte Anna Witts

Delivered by a bewildering sheer indifference
Nurtured by the sap of an immoral crop
Like an acorn tearing through the lava of daydreams
While the brittle carcass of yesterday rots.

A blind misdemeanour of naive consummation
Entangling despondent feathers with oceanic muse
Like an untamed breeze enclosed by sweet serendipity
The cinnamon horizon unravels and the darkness subdues.

Beckoning from a vacuum of frenzied imposition
A turbulent rainbow of supernatural hues
Like exchanging virtues with a self-effacing swallow
Ascending from the chrysalis with a thunderous excuse.

Scattering like a comet over distracted footprints
Entwining hungry shadow with a saturated weave
Like a limitless ripple casting an undoubted sunrise
Whilst the sage of the morning demands that we believe.