Seven Constitutions Ago

By a day's difference, and a night's

indifference...angelic flight looses

evasion what was embrace.

The repose of memory blighted by

forgetfulness...seven constitutions

ago that personified the goodly

week of creation.

Incontinent to All Things small that

were big.

Admonished whole by the changeable--

thou fairest...unwell.

Supping thy chinny chin chin--with

world-wearied, and wearying palms...

overgrow The Garden in hopes it

may obscure The Fall.

Konstantinos Mark

Reviews

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~ oh...

~ i cannot begin to tell you how much this means to me... yes, my "garden" ... could well "obscure The Fall"...

~ i'll never stop hoping for (and in whatever way i can)... never stop working towards... a better world...