These pieces of my life hang pendant tonight, gleaming and heavy, a heavy necklace of memory, unlovely and baroque with excess of introspective thought. They deck my neck tonight, those pretty gems, sombre, roseate too well cut, too explicit and not pure enough. Their facile cuts are ductile, elegant too chiselled, effervescent glowing and alive. A full set of stones such a pretty necklace heavy and pendant to hang my neck from and sink without a trace.next poem