The Necklace

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.
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