Vertigo

i shove on the horizon,

digging my heals

into the swirling mud,

a mindless striving

to transform stagnation

as it seeps through

my clenched fists.

.

the vertical

is not always 

up and out.

it is the silence

of interstitial space

that shapes my being.

.

a medium 

for the descent,

it is necessary 

to love the clay

only by degrees.

as the Soul rises,

the self grieves.

.

Photo: Oil and Water

© M.G. Iannucci 2017

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