Difficult Sestina

How in CHRIST'S NAME did they come up with this kind of poem?

I'm shooting at Pantoum next. Wish me luck.

The egg around me, I pressed the inside
Walled into my chamber, heart of stone.
I moved within a circle, almost blindly
Thin like tissue, barely more than a voice
But the glint of a smile startled something
And loosened the door, hinting at light.

You as a dancer, hid yourself in light
Flickered from the outside to the inside
And here I couldn’t place that something
A soft hand but, at once, eyes of stone
You had ten thousand words under your voice
I, like many, could have followed blindly.

You taught me better than ‘blindly’,
And I’d no chance, shown slivers of light
As you planted crystal in my voice
I lingered to myself, remaining inside
A half-lost heart, sleeping against the stone
Never figuring that I could miss something…

So profound. That I could miss something
That never was a part of my self. Blindly
I went on believing I had lost the bright stone
And was never again to see that kind of light
Little did I know what grew inside
While in dreams, I still heard your voice.

When you returned I almost lost my voice
I could not bear to admit that certain Something
And I followed the you Inside
Might truly have battled you Blindly
Too quickly you pulled me into the Light
Replacing with glass walls where there would have been stone.

I stand above the bear foundation of stone
Beginning to understand the hum of God’s voice
The father of you filled me with light
I’m safe from the factor that someday something
Might break us apart. I love You blindly,
And then finally at home at your side.

Difficult Sestina, revision 1.

Post having forgotten to write a tercet for the end of it alltogether, I reworked a few of my endwords. I don't like 'something'. It's too weak to be used in such heavy repitition. What possessed me to chose that word as one of my six in the first place, I have no earthy idea... but expect a second revision with another concept in place of painfully vague 'something'.

The egg around me, I pressed the to its side
Walled into my chamber, heart of stone.
I moved within a circle, all but blind.
Thin like tissue, barely more than a voice
But the glint of a smile startled something
And loosened the door, hinting at light.

You as a dancer, hid yourself in light
Flickered from the inside to the dark side
And here I couldn’t place that something
A soft hand but, at once, eyes of stone
You had ten thousand words under your voice
You could have lead me, like any other, blind.

You taught me better than to be blind,
And I’d no chance, shown slivers of light
As you planted crystal in my voice
I lingered to myself, remaining at the side.
A half-lost heart, sleeping against the stone
Never figuring that I could miss something…

So profound. That I could miss something
That never was a part of my self. I was blind,
Went on believing I had lost the bright stone
And was never again to see that kind of light
Little did I know what grew at my bed-side
While in dreams, I still heard your voice.

When you returned I almost lost my voice
I could not bear to admit that certain Something
Smiling, I followed the you to the other side
Might truly have done battle, mute and blind,
But you quickly pulled us into the Light
Building glass towers in place of dark stones.

I stand above the bear foundation of stone
Beginning to understand the hum of God’s voice
The father of you filled me with light
I’m safe from the factor that someday something
Might break us apart. Harm is blind.
I am finally at home at your side.

Quietly, light keeps me, under stone
And sliding inside the hollow of my voice.
It feeds something deep, I am no longer blind.