Bent Forefront

In a series of spaces change appears...of that which

changes, moves profoundly.

Made of what's sudden in its ever-presence, poured

in rather than driven as wind.

As two extremes in a panning camera, change and

the changeless do not betray one another at face value.

There's a merciful center to what oversees all bodies

of change--space without spacial consideration...as beyond

a series of spaces freedom appears.

It is when freedom appears what's changeless is loosened

from change, and of the two extremes change is exposed

in its illusoriness.

This is to ride the bent forefront of a beam of light into

light beyond beam.

Tape up that orifice precautionarily as a Con Ed worksite--

spells are casting nowhere in particular.

Gagged by force of habit, whose fate's pittance be role-played

and known well.

You've been deemed a blown transformer...salutary facades

whose fine cuts of windows blacken, dramatize systematically

the absence of their power source.

Come back with your terms of usage, with your heavenly/hellish

host...happily step upon my equal footing if you must...but damn

it--step on them!!!

Konstantinos Mark