Silkworm, Time Come

Silkworm breached the parcel

of time, its cocooned inertia

coarsed through the opalescent 

eye of God to Godhood.

Of time's ruination redeemed

in a solitary work...cupped

airless the unbridled form of

a trapezist spent itself.

Opened and closed somersaults 

atripped a piece of said space...

nothingness regenerated to 

move, to take step of itself.

A self-argumentative  abstraction

glowed...undid its silken flag--

firmly planted in an undiscovered

region...her time come.

Konstantinos Mark

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. amazingly magical and surreal ...
. immensely beautiful writing ...