Gratitude

Do you brandish it in your eyes
in your face, the hint is sparse
I'm beginning to acknowledge thenonexistence in you.
DAMN YOU!
Protest my cold, mournful bellow
in amnesty my shadow resides and
will cast down with the winter ice.
Ice!
Ice is an adjective in objectiveness.
And describes so fully, it's funny.
The hand yet shimmers and can be more
than the criminal pursued sees.
The criminal is blind but as to the ice
on the road he maneuvers so swiftly.
The hand, the ice, the criminal.
The righteousness of Gratitude.