Cry Me Language

Cry me language in all its hazarded flux.

Weight of many world, blown the bits

of thy nature.

The resourceful shock swept by thy

tongue...well and deep sleep under 

kindred star.

Burrowing to what sprightly expanse

washes over pristine lifetime.

Put to, as here, you were--lost and

found at wink, knowledge the empire

known and downed.

Every proof of life the fine cut of air...

unbearable tension--bare body erected

temple.

Hero, heroine--summoned, by slipped

continent...pregnant of call and 

remastered poetry.

There's a voice given thee--piped to

song to appease the anxiety of creation.

Konstantinos Mark

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