Vision Quest

Wings set adrift bound for a tomorrow that worries

for itself.

Wind's plaything whose opulence restores all 

retiring worlds.

As if thought perfected down to its wire connects

and disconnects freely the Whole.

Pointedly that Whole knows of itself, and as yet to

know of itself--that lapse that furthers vision in a

flash.

By all soothing shadows that swim hardboiled things...

resigned amongst the transit of other things,

partaking thereby becoming...momentarily.

The welcome home of thing unto itself whose shadowy

screen blew about a holy commune, bows now to its

place to know of it, as an angelic head superseding

gravity.

By blood geared below the surface lapping feverishly...

till a luminosity assays flesh.

Strange the way, The Way is lit...in an instant a world

foregoes itself without changing its heading.

Lone and left to, what's lone and left to...for what

profits an eternity but that which must attain it.

Konstantinos Mark

Reviews

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. overwhelming ... consuming ... startling ... astonishing ... brilliant beyond brilliant ... and amazing beyond amazing ... i'll be thinking about the last two lines ... especially ... forever ...