A Floating People, We

Solemnity foreshortened--the press

of limbs...hence, the wide smile of

the enacted.

Our meeting ground shimmies 

toward an eternal density...as to

alight the spiritual workload of its

benefactors.

A floating people, we...dead-stopped

by the ends of our living.

Lucidly signed away we progress

our will...no intervention dissuades

lesser or greater action/inaction.

Something's come, a brazen head,

revivified--its definitions alien 

and wide open...wide open.

Eyes don reality as a membrane

just to conceive it--as there are

days when a flower of unspecified

genus is a terrible offering.

Our overcompensation precedes 

us...it is our passion anticipating

itself.

For once fire knows of itself, it is too

settled to recall ash.

As...he/she lit their bastion of faith

without provocation.

Konstantinos Mark

Reviews

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"Our overcompensation precedes
us...it is our passion anticipating
itself.
For once fire knows of itself, it is too
settled to recall ash."

. sheer genius ! ... and so true ...