Baffling Reticence

With baffling reticence these limbs pour--

were they the scream of their creation...

space would aboutface.

A clarion call issued them as stars to

constellate a soul.

Secure a God's temperament--and of the

mind given them what to derive therefrom?

Their wound is not wide from their reticence,

the presentiment of their journey is a steady

creeping...the inching forth of shock and awe.

As pastoral confines bled out the lamb by the

Hand of necessity, these limbs have so 

gathered to impart their sacrifice.

A single push of an unfathomable nature sees

them thus and thus.

What center they contrive's amiss...one 

cannot take hold the Agony and Ecstasy 

handed by One so great.

Konstantinos Mark