Fissure

the hairline fracture,

where discordant magma

reclines on its own breast.

a convection of the disparate,

as words skitter like onyx sands

on a fierce wind.

.

a pyroclastic bloom of dreams

stirs mists of sublime harmony,

as our hands coax this work of art,

a sin wave entrainment of heart.

© M.G. Iannucci 2017

Painting: “Volcano Keeper” by Melita Safran 


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