Love and Space-time

Thought ascends,

as pockets of effervescence 

bubble to the surface

of the water’s skin.

Formed beneath the silt

this unconscious

teaming world,

the vibrancy of flame.

I am one

of the scattered appendages,

wriggling on the surface,

one that knows 

the touch

of its own hand.

From 5o parsecs,


as centripital force 

spins this speck of detritus

around a sphere

of scorching vapors. 

From that distance,

how would you feel

the softness of my skin,

the weight of a tear?

Would the atmosphere 

appear green,

soul disappear?


© M.G. Iannucci 2017 

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