Lent its Aberration

The stake goes up...flesh snaps as if

flames were fingers.

Of mind this stake, night's slated release--

thieving, voiding the pages of self-fulfilling

prophecy.

Curses and blessings exchange tongues--

the hour falls from its hand.

Stars stir as wind chimes, tunneled from

mind to body, body to mind...timelessness.

The anthropomorphized, and all its divine

manifestation exempt.

What's Christ to Cross, a matter of Jeopardy.

The trial synchronous with the fire--forethought,

afterthought perceive their falsity in a moment

and vanish.

Consequently, a phenomenon ensues

whereupon the mind exudes no mind...

what's mindlessness to madness.

Its rhetorical question has lent its aberration.

Konstantinos Mark

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"whereupon the mind exudes no mind...
what's mindlessness to madness."

. so profound ... and so perceptive ...