ich grolle nicht

strange
this search
for a word--

the word
of
looking
gilt
in its face,

or that
of fashioning
guilt
into some sort of
mirror.

i've cracked
in a space
delimned
by waiting

and shards
have fallen
to a pavement,

they refract
light, like
sun on lips,

and the light
shines up over
my face--

almost as if
i can feel
its glimmer,

the image
of
guilt

is my image
and my image
silvers
gilt's
visage.