The Keep

plush, succulent fringe

hardened into spears,

shielding the illusion

of destiny,

.

a meager

insulation

from assimilation

into annihilation.

.

you ask questions

i cannot answer.

.

transformation,

the kaleidoscope

in curled fingers,

never repeats

its tune.

.

only the wind

has the courage

to sing

through these reeds.

.

© M.G. Iannucci 2017

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