Spliced

thoughts,

outcasts of a moment,

detritus rain

on the ground 

of curiousity.

light leaks

through the shuttered

for a glimpse

of the match strike 

emotive,

an affective waltz

of distinctive flavor,

scenting the internal

with the cyclic referal 

of marked time.

a chest to breast witness

hovers within 

the sensate skin,

where our art’s rhythym

forms a bridge,

the width of soul.

.

© M.G. Iannucci 2017

Art: Blame the Moon by Nik Helbig

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