Emulsion

an alabaster fraying,

droplets of citrus serum

flooded and fierce

in their penetration,

of an atmosphere sans elation.

scent that rouses sensation,

the oil of permeation.

.

i have no need to see or hear.

it is the mark of birth that tears

the lungs and terminates transition.

there is no other ambition

than to stand unwavering,

open to the position of receipt

from the eternal energy.

as a multilayered reality,

all that i see enters freely,

and a universe groans inside me.

.

will you stand beside me?

.

© M.G. Iannucci 2018

Painting by Henry Acensio

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