Parenthetical Infinite

The space between chaff and

grain...misshapen yield vying

for the ecliptic plane.

As eye to eye...to be plucked

from what is gathered.

Moments timeout their 

defining...what beauty hobbles

its poetry?

Something in league with or

without...passes off a kinship

nearer and dearer than bone

in plain conglomeration, as

strung to skeleton.

A seeing through of boundary...

as always open to season, 

change by its allowance changes.

Our parenthetical infinite is

blessed/cursed with peripheral

vision...what beckons blurred

and anonymous glory grows.

Begs form from what itself begs

form...we are thus force-fed

finitude till what infinitude comes

of our eyes.

Konstantinos Mark