Alert Me To My Stable

A most liturgical darkness pains the spidery

veil of a prey and preyed upon star.

Hardwon quietude differentiates obsolete

centers to contrive the offing.

Timeless hands go up in deflection, as to

abort the scene whose spelling could not

boast a mouth synchronous with them.

The growth spurt of insult to injury 

topples the bucket of well water down the

throat.

Alas, at morning...alert me to my stable,

that I may act in accordance.

Konstantinos Mark

Reviews

[...]

"The growth spurt of insult to injury
topples the bucket of well water down the
throat."

. sheer brilliance ... as is the rest of the piece ...