Zero and Counting

Pain is up for itself...all doors a-glue--

as if walls tried to cut their heart out.

There's an entering and exiting

that bears the ineptitude of emotion.

Words can sit in the mouth forever...

as forever reruns its series of emotion.

Dumb to follow, dumb to sit with the

ache that met ache...eyes set...they

go all the way down.

Lids censor them--a spastic all-seeing

boils the eggs beneath.

The dreamer's dream opens wide

nightmarish--who in a dehumanized 

what could hold such explication?

Zero and counting...zero and counting...

locks eyes with a continual passing.

As if the love of one's life, was the love

of one's life assaying.

Rid of capture to define indeterminate

distance...as if the body were a giant

parched tongue... severed--snaking its

way all along crosshatched emotion.

How many times could one feel their

way out of body--just to experience

seperation?

...Which is none other.

Konstantinos Mark