Subtlety of Trillionth Aspect

The forgotten bedrock gleams...surrendering 

crowns deep in majesty.

As breath comes and goes freely...what of 

your fashioned cage?

Your multiplying extremities by mind's might

to touch the untouchable...allows religiosity of

fragmentation.

Whoring recalls of salvation--coasting still lifes

who blackened an etheric sea.

Seven Days in, and Seven Days out...clockwise/

counterclockwise, a Black and White Hole.

God of thy God in doses...whose meager One

be death at Once.
In the subtlety of trillionth aspect a clearing

may resolve as it were...what's point blank stands 

as you Are.

Konstantinos Mark

 

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. indeed ... i am amazed at how brilliantly you state "what's point blank" is point blank ... this is yet another masterpiece ... i am in awe of your work, sir ...