Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Anew


Submerged by
liquid stillness,

we mute
the looping theme
of recollection.

Be
blank.

Our mirrored strokes
discard
each tingling residue
of turbulence.

Let go:

these pupils
aren't trapdoors.

For once in this glide,
innocence means
voiceless triumph,

and stainless gazes
trigger shifts
in luminescence.


Copyright ©2009 Anna Piutti