Elliptical Wiring

Tufted ethereality, angelism of stock and store
pedestrian...alas--circusy.
Helm of streets bob...our supplicant pulls a mile
or two of scripture from an enormous pocket.
Fingers ink-blotted with grime, bent forth striding--
a heedless Beethoven tuned-in immaculately.
Array's arrival stunned with scurry...planets of
conveyance pull at their elliptical wiring.
Some rare gigantism to the tenth of powers has
touched everything...all he could do from going
where he's arrived is futile.
From time immemorial--he...at present, its full
possessor.
What convoluted theorem of probability will forcibly
eject him from eureka...from where he's vaporized
his wears...naught...naught!
Some precipice's nudge knew best the wind for his
thought to take to, a majestic soar pealing the spheres
to show them their shape.
Life has exemplified its frugal capacity to him--simmering
creation tucked away for one fine day.
He, to outlive the closing energy that dances him, an
immortal...to be handled with universal intelligence.
Be--has let him...loosed.
He's broken the code of things in and of themselves...
he's a thing in and of himself--the unitative factor erupts.
And as the credits of glory pull upward...so he as them.


Konstantinos Mark