Of Island That No Man, Woman Was

Of island that no man, woman was...

save for.

In want of becoming...their ground

withstood...taken with them.

If pressed, as so pressed, an 

out-of-body aerial view of that patch

wholly centered.

A voice that repeats on oneself, in

concert with self minus one.

As a series of shores with no resolution

but the end of a wave.

A wishing well that sunk an undiscovered

continent at the center of the earth.

As the adieu confesses thus: if my island

were a giant tablet...the commandment

would be raised and dropped manifest

to ripple a lesser wave.

Konstantinos Mark

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