December-ing the Divide of Years

...There's tooth and nail--fetters...

dead center the ring mastery of

this sun.

Morning ever after...mass epidemic

of surfacing qualities.

Ragged sparrows thrashing in

mud...December-ing the divide

of years.

...The faint overlay that builds...

as each footfall becomes self-contained...

and in that containment...arrival....

abidance.

Konstantinos Mark

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~ "each footfall becomes self-contained..." is something that i aspire for... ~ no one writes poetry like you do...