Visual Alchemy

Maria Chiara Fagioli


Floating overshadowed buds


from fleeting warn



A gold thread sack

you left in my hands

going behind the scenes.

Indelible ink

to glide

blended echoes

embroidered unheard words,

divine mannerism

of a hotforged orchestra.


Still Si – Sol – Re.


The loud silences of the poet.


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