Beneath the Ice:

The Crystal Cadence

Jeanne Sparks-Carreker

Waking back forward and up again, though far sustained from all clear,
And reality begins to percolate, dripping foul, molten honesty here.
I have walked to an absent rhythm again, dancing outside the line,
Dangling myself on puppeteer string, not knowing the hands are mine.

Forever, I've lost me, I've lost so much and I've lost every trace of love.
I seem to have lost the very link I once held to Anyone above, but
If this goes through, I can barter one more and everything will seem fine;
Rolling over and dodging a beat, thinking surely next time I'll say, "Nein "

Published by Jeanne Sparks-Carreker

Convicted felon, reformed drug trafficker, disenfranchised from society by the government. I spend most of my time creating ways to educate non-users about drug addiction, so that addicts are understood and...  View profile

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