Cryptogram

Jupiter is a failed star i am a pulsar ~ © M.G. Iannucci 2018 Look beyond the obvious. Art: “Music of the Spheres” by Anna Rose Bain

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Armillary

stir my waters with pinpoint sparks that peer from your letters as nonchalant as sapphires on velvet in the simmering dark and whisper a promise that bends my heart ☆ © M.G. Iannucci 2018 Painting: Holynight by Fran Rodriguez

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Beholden (Tanka)

sun ushers the moon, enfolding reflections in the wave’s ebb and flow, an internal sea at rest gratitude’s residual glow. . © M.G. Iannucci 2017 Painting: Gratitude Night by Toni Grote

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Spilt

ideologies spin under the gaze of a singularity. i thought  i had inherited their destiny,  to be wrapped in the muslin shroud of obscurity. mummification turns  the unnecessary to dust, and the gyroscope  rotates in place as i cut my teeth  on the foggy film of attachment. with gentle hands,  i release the persistent narrative about what life should be […]

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Nychthemeron

i wed my heart  to the horizon line inhaling the breath  that in turn breathes mine. . the liminal progresses to a matutinal hue, as i yield to the auspicious sway of the dew. . The Greek word “nychthemeron” is used to denote day and night with no separation between them, a single twenty-four hour period […]

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Polarity (Tanka)

 muted moon rises. the sun places a green kiss  on the skin of sky, celestial mandorla  joins our heart-rhythm as one. . © M.G. Iannucci 2017 Photo: Moonrise by Jakub Sisak

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Moon-Tide

i breathe,  feeling  the rising and passing of waves as they lap  my hips. . cradling the moon, like sensations  of  you,  shimmering with the ecstasy  of Love’s  creation. . © M.G. Iannucci 2017 Photo: Moon and Sea by Diana Debord (Prints can be purchased on Etsy https://www.etsy.com/shop/dianadebord)

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Paradigm Shift

sand spills from granite foundations, jigsaw tessellations. brick and mortar  bureaucracy that gathers energy into a ray  of bleak determinism. .  i sift the sands through my toes as shock waves massage my soles, and sensations escalate – like a sweet, warm-hand shimmy on a thigh. the rising heat paints a red-shift sunset glint, in my wide-open […]

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Oscillation

                          minute whorls of crystalline gold lifted from infrared sands, are sustained in vortices. . the currents ripple through my heart, fleshy hour glass weaving my moments into a singular existence. . eddies swirl through my vessels, a necessary friction, smoothing walls that swell with monsoon […]

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A Theory of Chaos

i feel the microburst before the building shakes, the tectonic slip proceeding the tremor, the widening ripples  as the stone plummets. . my heart is wrapped in a thin film of denial. i do not want to know my own contribution to the speed of the vortex. . material is changeable,  yet the human heart remains a […]

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