Do Not Doubt

Window beaded, raindrops gnashing silvery

white, at core, grey sky in each, each to

each a composite of it.

Room...an abstract memory scheme, dull

blocks of color hanging in there.

Afternoon in the middle of itself, January

in the middle of itself.

Formative limbo offering both of its cheeks,

the world entire taking it up on its offer.

Head bows ever slowly, a religion of one

in the making.

Do not doubt there are digestive points

strewn throughout days--whereupon one

embodies the throes of all creation.

Thoughts...come and go with a reflective

quality whose tonalities divide and conquer

what must be static...for change.

Konstantinos Mark

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"Thoughts...come and go with a reflective
quality whose tonalities divide and conquer
what must be static...for change."

. i cannot believe that i just read this most amazing piece of poetry ...