The Great Scattering

How many ends in and of themselves

constitute...a fill that is yours?

Abreacted claimant...many airs

light at the feet.

I am with you, I am you upon this

all-encompassed fold.

Our knees stupefied by weight...

gone weak--gone strong, time and

out of so again.

As a priest walking up the aisle,

censer oscillating the concrescence

of attending souls. 

Sniffing for the emblazoned churchyard...

known paces out of doors--the sky

falling down and granting pace no more...

of he, she figured in the delving core,

cored out...the Great Scattering.

Konstantinos Mark

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