under the gaze of a singularity.
i had inherited their destiny,
wrapped in the muslin shroud
the unnecessary to dust,
and the gyroscope
rotates in place
as i cut my teeth
on the foggy film of attachment.
with gentle hands,
i release the persistent narrative
about what life should be mine,
awareness of its passing,
the only mark of time.
© M.G. Iannucci 2017
Painting by Wolfgang Rose, “Fallobst”