Amaranthine

...Portend for the life of you--cast your

eyes as far from you, as what you could

not see coming otherwise.

A living through and through...of what

came first--word or sound, sound or word?

These spaces...spendthrift pages that are

but doorways to their impending figure,

wind coiling at its corners...coiling at its

corners.

As a thing that grows into itself invisibly...

as so you fall the falling curtain--with no

audience at one side, nor actors upon the

other.

Irrevocably you are, that you are--sun

halved, golden bowls burning--of good and

evil--a miscellany saint's evocation...that

you are, irrevocably you are...amaranthine.

Gesticulating beyond time, times, and half

time...a procession of one whose sojourn

repeats upon itself.

A heaven ago...hell now...a hell ago--

heaven now, change knows all your names--

and because you withstood all it can ever

be, it holds them steadfastly.

Amaranthine...irrevocably you are...that

you are.

You, the faces of disambiguation--whose

seal you smile to open...with full marks

for bravery.

 

 

Konstantinos Mark

 

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. i don't know anyone who writes like you, sir ...