fingertips grasp the fluid horizon

in this medium of illusion

where familiar voices

yearn to convince me

that i am incapable of the climb.

it is a colorful lie

that weighs heavily

on this coated skin,

seeping in.


i refuse,

and choose

not to drown

in the echo chamber

of cyber-mind within.

i struggle to rise

and close the pores,

to this false permeability.


for Soul never leaves,

and breathes

a tender humility,


thought and time.

i place the kiss of gratitude

at warrior feet,

and choose to create a life

of gift economy.


© M.G. Iannucci 2017

Perseverance is the gift of spirit. I will not quit.

Painting: Mystery Woman by Aricadia

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