Purge Royale

Well worn resolve steadied the brilliant creature--

to amass the things of its undoing.

Days of forty loosed their deserts in waves, time

was told by the twanging rim of midday sun,

hightime come.

Vultures tangled the magnetic lines of the

creature's soul in rememberance.

Encircling, spying the rough patches given to rot.

Musical octaves toppled the steep of the creature's

wayfaring, one-of-a-kind emotion touched and let

go.

What is right, and what is not quite right soiled

its chest with a heart.

How frantic this makes a thing--as held to shape its

life's blood...root takes and earth avows keep its

brilliant creature.

One of human semblance, out of clearest blue 

and into.

Purge royale, incurable impasse...be...be is the

order--just be...brilliant creature.

Dear human one.

Konstantinos Mark