Death's Fully Formed Sentence

My words drop as stones

before my feet--by core

essence issued...yet there

before.

Might I find the Ego of

yesteryear that so happily

flew them...I would bathe

in that winged feedback.

...But what's put forth

must be taken forth by other,

whose choice is none by

that chance encounter.

Words must be espoused

by the patterns of other

words to stay their air...

if--thereby, words call upon

their precincts with no

word further more...

they drop as stones before

feet.

Truly, talking to oneself

in a world of many--fully

forms death's sentence.

Konstantinos Mark