ICICLE

Your mercurial love
I must forever hymn
With riddles neat and disciplined

While your staring silent eyes
Wait grimly in the dark
That folds itself around your happiness.

You have sung those songs,
You have spoken to those issues,
You have destroyed the memory of your lies.

   - St. Clair Carr

Icicle © Coolth, 2001

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