The Necklace

Sometimes the sleet comes down on hard-crusted snow
and the popping of it like glass beads
of a broken necklace
(something something) mind feels the urge to capture
a broken necklace
The haste it would take us        into madness
to capture only beads of ice
to try to wear it as a dream wears us
each night
the burnt diadem
above us      reflected in the (something something)
We are minus the necklace
when we wake each morning
The child is driven mad        trapped in the husk
The proof is the necklace

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