Visages, Movements

There's the mosh...sordid details that "thing"...

creeping of sort...retelling...to stay in focus.

A silent film whose black borders encapsulate

a slab of skyward white.

Visages...opening...opened...to interpretation.

"The apparition of these faces in a crowd;

Petals on a wet black bough."...ashen

daguerreotype of a Zen Garden.

All of nature's pretties cast in an occult brew...

stirred, and stirring...composite sketches posted

and burned upon lampposts.

At large...ritualistic making-of-face...illusion

trafficking the ever present prime of lives...

"the center of which is everywhere, the

circumference nowhere."...attestation o' mugs.

Visages...plucked from a year of our lord,

to be...rendezvous of All light's putting to...

years thereof.

Alien unto thyself...oogly boogly, yet mirror-imaging...

behold/beheld/beholden.

By sleight of Hand...visages, who'd otherwise

be as soon pruned and leathery, inanimate under the

sun.

Konstantinos Mark

Reviews

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:: not sure i get all of it but it's a great read... i find flowers and flutterbys to be an expression of God's artistry... that is... on days when i'm not an atheist...

[Onoma]

...I like to think I caught you on a non-atheistic day...
glad you enjoyed the read.