Hammering

I'm sure that your suffering
Has filled your cup to the brim
Pain that touches your deepest chord
That struck clear inaudible notes

The dam holds the waters in
Walls built of spit, like a swallow.
Leaks spring where memory fades
Shadows of bitterness dissolve eventually

Spilling sadness like a drunk,
Whose holding a Martini glass
Sloshing with every move -
As hands grip invisible meaning

Take time to arm yourself
With relaxed blows at shell
Hammer onwards at Hardness
Shatter frozen limbs, that no longer feel

Crystallisation is continuing:
The Waters still rise
But my swinging arm is not done yet