Prism Purpose

I slide
Down an icicle
Inside the sarcophagus of my design
Gasp for the air you took
Look for the light you left
Right around the hip
Where we connect
Drip clear crystal
Confined in there
Pinball metonymy
Shake the symbol that links us
The shape we made of ourselves
Binding light in shadowtouch
Murmur words that stir
Each second away from you
Every line I breach
Breaks the icicle in two
Till I cling unto the drowning
Reflection and a puddle
Instead of seashells
The kind you never leave