shapeshifting winds
sculpt skin
pressing fingerlings
of mist
to my curved canyons
~
ebony birds sing
sketching with wings
the worth of me
shimmering rivulets of being
a mirage unsabotaged
by a pearlized sky
~
for I grow
young and wise
a fruit that ripens
out of sight
if you wish to know
my direction of flow
puncture this still night
and by me
do right
.
Conviction builds the gold of soul.
© M.G. Iannucci 2018
Painting: “She danced by the Light of the Moon” by Steve Henderson
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Luscious language
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