i grasped at straws

in lofty halls,

that promised obscure security.

freedom invited in

a wise and agile wind,

a churning centric spin,

darning unpleasant divisions.


sparrow broke her wings

on the radiant dawn.

it is the bird of song

who holds the key,

to unconditioned uncertainty,

a babe of eternity,

i have no birthing day.

the roads they placed before me,

in subterfuge will lay.


-M.G. Iannucci 2018

Where do you find love in our systems and institutions if each person does not strive to awaken to it? What exists is the drive for conformity… The dive for the bottom line…

Art by Christian Schloe

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