divots and dashes
alabaster gashes
where i pour time
to fill the trenches
of their apprehension
instead of mine
tumbled sand fine
to pass as i turn the glass
for this fortress i keep
with bulwarks steep
and meurtriere
deserves its queen
~
© M.G. Iannucci 2019
Committing to the growth of your own soul maintains all other boundaries…easily.