i lapse

into remembrance

from the broken trance

of substance,


still wet on my lips,

as the mindful retinue

and its present pull,

twist the brim

of the continuum.


stars burn

beneath my lids,

of tales once hid

in the breast

of restlessness,

curled dormant

in the swallow’s nest,

sharp as the wing tip

that dips into the gaze

of layered perception.

and i pull the lace

on the final trace

of quantum deception.


We see as we choose to be.

© M.G. Iannucci 2018

“Millenary” – the period of a thousand years.

Art by Wendy Caporale

6 thoughts on “Millenary

  1. A few years ago we visited the art museum in St. Louis. They had a big exhibit on millinery over the years. Some guests at the royal wedding were fitted with their finest hats.

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