Theophany

The dreamless anterior, where from the

dream vacated.

Of all intersecting lines bursting the star 

of their hub--deemed the twilit Hand at...

at...at, all starry hubs and their creatures.

Withheld till set upon a particular

realization, that this may think of that,

and that out of this.

Integral as a stone lifted from its mountain--

wailing for the kingdom of dead weight.

If a stone could thrice cry out and away

from the dreamless anterior, the vacated

dream is both nothing and something...

the dreaming posterior.

World--world over, through...as it is, might

gathered.

Space gathered unto itself, and space

gathered unto itself--adamant dream of

deathless artifice.

Of all the seeming till becoming--a world, the

vast accumulation of what it gathered unto

itself.

Thing upon thing in service of things, the

seamless Whole...world--world over, through...

as it is, might gathered.

World, so wanted you for itself, yet world I

am unto myself you might say--and so it is.

There's no world but through you, you and you...

that, and that and that.

The lone psyche of everything is a world--world

over, through...as it is, might gathered.

By that lone psyche what world must be gathered

by might, over and again...relents a Whole,

conjoined dreamers all--seamless our world by virtue

of the many who dream it.

Konstantinos Mark

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