Morass

Trees happened unto themselves--to outlive 

the sinuous breach of serpents.

The morass tugged imperceptibly by their

perfect concentration.

A lime-green drain of their hunger's

motive, their solar ration rekindled on the

way down.

Nature in the gorgeous take of its want,

its law reaching for itself wide awake.

If you are made to make of nature, then

you are unnatural--you've stepped out of line...

you are a human being happening unto

yourself.

The serpent plummeting into the morass

from the selfsame Tree of Knowledge.

Konstantinos Mark

Reviews

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. spectacular writing, sir ... my favourite lines are ...

"If you are made to make of nature, then
you are unnatural--you've stepped out of line...
you are a human being happening unto
yourself."