an imposter was sent to Troy

the beauty of a clever decoy

aposamatic coloration

in the embrace of celestial spin


for in the shadow of the dune

there is no need to choose

rolling mists will climb

and seas will breathe sublime


once a mind gently spans

topography of inner lands

so i swim in lucid blue

creator of a truth


the ache I cannot lose

humbled before the moon

love is the fragile string

binding all our dreams


Life in the Soul’s expanse, requires empty hands.

© M.G. Iannucci 2018

Art by Erika Craig, “Women Submerged”

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