There's This David That Crawls This Goliath

Permit...the amalgamation--as to be had,

rush of roots relieved of a paper bag

throat.

A suction cup bereft of its body--the

unsung hiatus, waved a magic round

apart from Horus.

Musical scores stuffing that paper bag

throat...hackneyed eyes tolling the

assuaged puff of a face.

Gone up, and side of ways--by roadside--

salvific pastures rambling four castings

toward horizon.

Birds that are biting hands in a private

shadow show, loose the Hand that 

flocks.

There's this David that crawls this

Goliath...that faces it All...upheld.

Konstantinos Mark

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