Only Rise In Effortlessness

Clutch this passing away...gold-fleck 

with outpouring hands this sable

workspace.

Ruffle angelic feathers in a fit of

loving zeal...oblige them holiday.

Tear thy body to pieces of giving...

for lack of better place.

As there shall be places in store where

being may be moved.

It is right, as breath need not mind

to do so...as yet it does.

There's only rise in effortlessness...

and in that rise what is innate divulges

itself.

Konstantinos Mark

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~ and... the innate beauty of poetry and profundity always "divulges itself" in your magnificent words... it's always an absolute privilege to read you, monsieur... your language is spiritual... your vocabulary is spiritual too... you are just so amazing...