Unforgettable Goddess

Solar flares, deep space chambermaid stabbing her

molten mop in contempt.

There are so many squares that field her space,

sifted afire.

Tearing out the rays of her hair to be, and be

beautiful...to see her strands descending lit, the

stress level of an unforgettable goddess.

She yearns head-over-heels, burns out her core

with blinding reason.

Not once was she afforded a mirror to know her

space.

Wiry stick figures subsist under her, animated by

her golden wave.

Full of her, and she...empty of her--fatalistically 

emotive.

Summed up, as water broken, transparent as the

life seen through.

What pagan rite has shimmied out her soul, what

serpent slid her warmth sane?

Do not site dawn or dusk, mistake her outer life

for an inner one!

Do not presume the burden of her focal point, her

light hangs overhead swaying interrogation.

Caught perfectly for Platonic cave or other...

in utero, her light a stillborn beauty--as alive as

ever once away from her.

She's up, burning...console her, her blood is boiling--

she wants to be accounted for, to outgrow that coo.

Only to surprise once and for all a stone's underbelly.

Konstantinos Mark

Reviews

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. oh, it's an epic ...
. brilliantly written and narrated ... extremely haunting ...