Transducer

labor of hands

clenching

recoiling

sans meaning

as mind sloshes

its liquid fractals

in a strung bucket

spinning

contracts and conditions

rumminating

renditions

churning into creation

a mist stalking

the meadow light

.

i find solace

in the musk scent

of earth

a moist muted mirth

as red tail shrieks

a peak

awareness

the spectrum to vanish

where revelation exists

as a dark dissonance

an arrow to the target

of possessive parchments

signed,

burned,

and scattered

on the stellar wind

.

i will be cognizant

of balance and repair

banishing fear

that steals a moment

for i will not miss

your ethereal kiss

the only promise

made before time

.

© M.G. Iannucci 2018

Art by Dimitra Milan

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