Living Epithalmium

The Bride which was its essence unto woman, the

Bridegroom which was its essence unto man--the

Living Epithalmium.

Generational rings slipped on and off the earth...

whose lives lived, and to be lived amongst the 

manifold induction to creaturesque contention.

Championed, as to be made in the Image that

allows All--and of that All as it shone upon this

earth...the Bride and Bridegroom emerged from

that blinding light.

...Partake of this your earth, a still unshakable

inner voice implored, for you would not be, nor

this earth, were it not for my longing that you

should partake of it.

You are fruitful, so how shall you not go forth

and be therefore.

This life has neither floor nor ceiling, what is down

is up, and up...down--that is so ye may be chastened

by the ineffable...Living Epithalmium.

I Am the Hand that wears the Ring...that opposite

may be unified...I've married All...I Am the Living

Epithalmium.

Love, were it not--pit against for hatred's sake...

as if in your time I stood opposed in my own--we

could and should tire of such time...as to relent our

time to one another, thus be rid of it.

Transfixed...thy face--resolute as to crumble stone...

wed be as you are, and ever shall be...so loved One...

by the Living Epithalmium.

By thy mere presence infinity hath no other recourse,

as so pronounced wed...we, loved once, loved best,

bested nothingness...Living Epithalmium.

Thou art an open Wound dressed and redressed...

delivered thereby.

How so of many a time, and no time to dearly depart

from that Wound...were question, question enough...

O Living Epithalmium.

Konstantinos Mark

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