time has broken
its needle sharp grip.
illusion of destiny
lies in shredded shards.

fingers tenacious
on the heart of the unknown,
grasp for substance
from the ethereal.

would love stay
if the shell cracked?
cherish the pearl
between our layers?

eyes open to the murk
beneath the waves,
i see for the first time.
the ocean does not leave.

© M.G. Iannucci 2017

Photo: The photo is mine. Clocktower in Watertown, CT

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