Flying Thousand Names

Tarp shook violent upon Mount of Olives--

fuschia skies sequenced.

Mountain dweller clung livelong day rank,

nude.

Surrogate family to ram, serpent, eagle--

inebriant of consciousness, holy spurn.

Of rubble and dappled shadow, God's wayside

seed sown...severe eyes, Witness expressly.

He could crowd fire, latch to it--rocking in

orange flashes.

A swarm of chants uplift and pivot him...

flying thousand names for it that may come 

to pass.

A haunting inheritance whole--ascendant 

body of mind...transfiguring locus of

whitening white...there pardoned of nature,

supernatural panache. 

Konstantinos Mark

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