To Be The Seasons That Be

Seasons splay their elemental carousels all over

the singular recess of you.

As you are the season opened...supine amidst

the phantasmic quad of their accomodation.

Their markers drop...their layover blinkers...

earnest prayers in progress lap their regimented

poetry.

What none other than a fool at their expense...

minds the change they insight?

A fool that's been foregathered to imbibe them--

to be the seasons that be.

Konstantinos Mark