Magnolia Blooms

scraps

on the cutting room floor

and a revolving door

the rift in spin

where i fit in

to a less valuable space

.

i know the place

my pasts have traced

though i wore a face

of different score

.

i have no concern

to learn once more

why i implore 

for the honorable mention

of corporal attention

.

for i am the measure

of an incalculable treasure

the unchangeable

immutable grace

of a Queen

who will not lay

the beauty

of her precious laurels

at the feet

of ungrateful Earls

.

The inner is the outer. How often have we “sold our Souls” for lesser things than unity?

©M.G. Iannucci 2018

Artist Unknown

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