Forsworn to IntermissionA Poem by Onoma
What was time leapt into place--
as so you carried it away... dawn and dusk infused their impasse. You've too much of telling for an earth whose knee's bent therefore. Child, ever child...you--by no law or lawlessness doctoring will. Agape...as a set space whose anomalous burn unfolds flowers... you. Untrammeled welcome and departure-- space unscathed. Crowds are drawn from the perch of thine eyes...(everything you behold). From this, only this...pitless as infinite-- might I love you without reason... my human family...forsworn to intermission. Hence, hence, hence...exponential--left, right, hands shocked to a deadening trance...which is the oxymoron of their enlivening. What's core, to this our earth--dig...as so emerge...you. Konstantinos Mark
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