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,

silence,

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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