Pliant Leagues Under Sea and Sea

By the ribbon that's river to sea, and the sea

that's procured it...I lay me.

Soothed imaginings teem with uncoached

frames that are mind.

The lurch of fateful silences transcribe...

cross-ventilated corridors wafting the

articulate voice of a ghost...an addendum of

whisperings.

By pliant leagues under sea and sea...I lay me.

Not one word ingratiates itself, the mouth is

no longer libelous.

Konstantinos Mark

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"The lurch of fateful silences transcribe...
cross-ventilated corridors wafting the
articulate voice of a ghost...an addendum of
whisperings."