A contortionist dreams away a verse.
One verse of many
To evolve and disperse.
The spark that ignites
carries this fabled verse.
Alone and desolate with a conformists curse.
In moments we step to dance in time,
towards the front and never behind.
When time revolves to engage; Decide.
Events unfold that oppose rewind.
Unraveling in sequence,
A contortionist holds our yarn.
As within so without.
As above so below.
As ahead so behind.
Until our identites we unwind.
Author notes
Any suggestions are appreciated.
Written February 25th, 2006
A contest entry
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Thanks... I suspect the "yarn" to be our DNA... hehe
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Exquisite
I'm glad I read your Author's Page, I better understand where you're coming from. You have a unique spiritual outlook (I suspected this strongly when I read your poem the first time
) Beautiful and thoughtful poem. 
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you're welcome
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Thanks alot! I've always pondered the inevetability of death... and what that could tell me about life. I hope you enjoy my works!
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I'm glad you were able to read it! "we can never outrun our future and can never speed away from our past" - YES!! that is what I was saying! Thanks for putting them into those words, fabulous!
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Thanks alot, I'm glad you liked it!
I used the word verse because of the word 'universe' The contortionist is god of this universe which has been created by dreaming. He holds onto the yarn, as if he is pulling at it and unraveling the fabric of existance. This gives us time... and it is unescapable. I also tried to give hints that things are pre-determined and we are in a trance-like state so that we conform to the pre-conceptions of the universe.
As the yarn is unwound it follows the path of the limbs of the contortionist... as within so without.
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I really liked this. Tis true we all have to die. Great write. I think I shall check out some more of your work. Great job dear.
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Katt -
i did appreciate the read...
"As ahead so behind
We all have to die."
i don't know why but that could be a line to a great song....we can never outrun our future and can never speed away from our past...interestin' perspective...
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Wierd & Wonderful
Very eerie poem, I especially liked the last verse. In the end, we all die. If I had any suggestions to make, it would be to cut back on the word "verse" in the first two stanzas
Other than than, I think this is pretty good. Thank you for a wonderful read!
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