I am an ice sculpture
That rarely melts.
Not even a drop
Escapes my being.
You can see me,
But you wont see me.
Look through me –
A distorted image
Will be apparent.
Chisle away–
You can try.
You will give up
Once you see
The pointlessness
In your efforts.
Fret not,
For others have come before,
And attempted the same,
And walked away.
It’s all the same.
6-28-11
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