It Is:
Conical
Flared at the end
Black
Wrapped with the finest gold wire
That is twisted 'round and fashioned into an earpiece
To make vision easier.
It Does Not Work.
(Not really)
I am
Compelled to squint
At whatever I observe to Hold the Glass in Place.
I can see my fingers better than usual.
I pay the canyons of my skin no heed.
I am uninterested in my skin.
There is a slender chain that
Commands my attention far better
Than my fingers can.
If it were any more tangled, all hope would be lost.
The same fate if I am without Magnification.
I lost track of how long it took
To rescue the chain from the grip of its own Tendrils.
The pendant, an uncomplaining flower of Some White Material
Lays quietly along my fist.
Damnably delicate links of metal--
They take forever to unhook.
But
(I still don't remember when)
The last ludicrous loop is undone.
The pretty little pendant, on its fussy little chain
(Tinted bronze, as it were)
Has been rescued.
Without my Jeweler's Glass
It would not have been accomplished.
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