Bare

stars swim

in the inner cauldron

shaken by

raucous vibration

with a softened gaze

i struggle to maintain

their middle space

while the vestiges of hate

climb the septum of fears

and light appears

needles and pins

find my aching skin

i hold a choice for life

in trembling hands

and embrace the rarity

of inner clarity

.

©M.G. Iannucci 2018

Art by Nimit Malavia, “Night Walks”

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