Struck at Form You Reign

Struck at form you reign--

days orchestrated a destiny...

the image-less precognition

of light and dark.

A self-generated whole, an

energetic rogue...of what

 shall have dominion.

All will remain passable,

imbibe what's to be expected

of momentum--the obscuring

verisimilitude has made the

mind's acquaintance.

Twilight Zones are as strangers

to the mind, filtered out with

unblinking exactitude--to regard

them is to engage the borderline

whence they came.

Days come whence they came--

yet, we must not think so.

Struck at form you reign--

over destiny...only when its

shadow be withdrawn to its

selfsame form.

Konstantinos Mark