The Eternity Ring

These certified eyes scream to the surface
gasping for air, fearing to gulp.
Pressure squeezes hard
fissures spark pain over joints
opaque crust trembles to a harsh ballad
of the times I thought were good.
Rewind, replay, repeat
until sleep catches a would-be escapee.
I bond myself deep within opacity,
a first snow's fresh light buries coal black lusts.
Flawless diamonds sound "genuine" -
some real estate to rent for an eye's blink.
I force my fingers to feel the symbolic weight
it will print on my soft palm.
I envy the products of a Russian furnace,
clear-eyed, un-stamped, authentic.