Lattice of Light

Chafed sticks forested--

lunar silver threads tied them up

as to bundle with conviction.

An angel gone rare loaded the

forest upon its back...slumbering

birds shook awake midway to

heaven.

Played through the angel's lattice

of light, their throats the musical

prodigy of their carrier.

Darkness went off the air--static

was the break of a pieced together

sound barrier.

The earliest rustles of echoic being

ran down the place all spaces meet.

Such uplift is not imaginal, but the

all-encompassing care of...things

trying the patience of their mold.

This is the desolate you...day long

giving birth to the search party of

you...that rare angel shaking free

the residents of desolation midway

to heaven...for a song...just fine

with spending itself--you on you.

Konstantinos Mark

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