Punctuated Equilibrium

lightning beats the wings

of ethereal things

and your essence comes to me

from a roiling sea

this touch that grows near

as the year ties its hands

behind time’s back

and the mooring’s

slack tide broadside

rides the lack

i extrapolate

on a graph mismatched

with the destiny of curiousity

for why this energy plays tricks

on me

in the night’s revery

bent below and untethered

i will love you



© M.G. Iannucci 2020

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