Black Swan

There's no sullying its consternation of him in her--

her in him.

A downy black of exquisite precaution...pops its

ruffled heretofore and floats.

As if a night cocked back its neck to calculate

the trauma, longingly poised as a swivel of mottled

blood.

The black swan's eyes fork some bygone coruscation

to their very top...as if in the throes of demonic

rapture.

Whereby reality's moments of lucidity seem to catch

frozen frames in want of editing.

Thereupon...as there it is, as there it goes--the black

swan subsumes, wears the guise of a regal

unnaturalness.

A betokened freak loosed...loosed...so...softly--

at maximum indifference...O, black swan.

Konstantinos Mark

Reviews

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. oh, this is unbelievable ! ... this is my story ... i fight his "maximum indifference" every day ... and wonder if i'll have to keep fighting for the rest of my life ...