Pariah, Shaman

Aureole--Manna's descent like showering
wave forms.
Eyes hungering upturned, cloven in
rapture.
Mouth slants open in a salivary click--
come the incantations...come the
anatomical sway of microcosm.
Intergalactic cynosure, pariah, shaman--
mangy interloper teaching wind to dance.
To be sought out within the House of
Aquarius, haunting its foundation that it
may uphold.
The roads to and fro are as anagrams that
alter with the perceiver.
It is the second look, of what's cross with
what Is...and ever shall be--that gives rise
to disorientation...deja vu.
An incramental homecoming to a House
of none--amiss, just out of reach--inner
powers wax and wane--as our moon
pulled out to sea on a road rippling white.
Sundry incantations yearning for an
elemental symphony.
The blind nicked their eyes upon the womb--
know of this, have seen magic firsthand,
thus see no more.


Konstantinos Mark