Chapter 4 Cold Stone

Cold stone glossed with liquid
Reflecting time worn mirrors
No worse for the damage
Forcefully insipid
As ideas recover
I complete an adage
Moonlight reflects on smooth stone
Passing on what is borrowed
To the womb in which it was held
Cold freezes the liquid glossing shown
Speaking an ending to what was stone
In an icy grip thought dispelled
Seeking cold, I found ice
Seeking nobility, I found royal
Seeking purity, I’ve caused vice
Though I am increasingly disloyal
Ice made prism focusing moonlight
Temporary pain undeniable
But masked words and minimized delight
Do not make me liable
Unpreventable tragedy
Unpredictable sanity
Forwarding time to monitor beeps
As arctic royalty sleeps
And reversing to a disjointed chase
An insatiable hunter seeking prey
blooms in a blue vase
Baking the world like a cup made of clay
Cold stone glossed with liquid
Reflecting time worn mirrors
Jaded to be so smooth
So invasive and insipid
Past behavior reoccurs
As arctic chill numbs to soothe