Constellations are Cannibalized

Die at the mouth...live at the eyes...

days...white boxes bitten by black

mouths...nights.

Blood glitters silvery at the base of

a ravine...a night of blood--where

the body lay.

Covered by dismembered angel

wings...sleep...sleeplessness...horns

at sides.

Though there is no end...it is

finished--run through by living, a

vacuous send-off...with the promise

of more of it.

This is how constellations are

cannibalized...unanswerable prayers.

Konstantinos Mark

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"Though there is no end...it is
finished--run through by living, a
vacuous send-off...with the promise
of more of it."

~ there's a very profound sadness in these lines... they pretty much remind me of my life... but i haven't given up... i'm trying to do justice to the life that's still alive in me... i try to hope... maybe justice lives in the fact that no one can take my hope from me... maybe...

~ it's always an absolute privilege to read you...