We, That Reared Head

Do, wager these untoward

motions--that what errant way

of soul they spend be sanctified.

By God's pin-up sun...whose

overtly apologetic moon shall

bear its skull forever more.

We, that reared head...over and

above--shallow and below.

In keeping with us--Coming has

fulfilled itself.

What more to ask the God of our

begetting?

That the thing that God left, is as

God left it...a promise to a promise.

The way of light, way of dark--never

went back on their word, we attest...

infinite and self-congratulatory.

...Let us pray, as we pray in our

keeping, effortlessly so.

Konstantinos Mark

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