Mark how, with alien glow-- an imposing form proclaims your ecstasy, mark! This monolith of first blushes. Circuited by a spirit on leave...contours of seeped salt lit by their sweet burrow. Ground firmed, with every step the fall of the world--whose rise only knows successive steps. Fast upon heels...keeled over--glistening with anointment...mark how! This overarching winter--of co conspirators in the dead of...who bank and blow blood till blue in the face. Their skulls slated to sleep through, as white alms bowls-- yet they contrive...bite you upon both hands, with the crumpled features of the face you empower. You are the bell's curfew, a sound more ancient than rite...where hearers come out of their skin. You leave peace to itself...to your quadrant gape--lest to see what may, or may not configure. Knowing what endeavors to stain--will belabor to dissolve as that stain. How like grape to wine--how like wine to oblivion... to sodden a leavened sky. With the care of a flower--never petulant in its exorbitant youth, cut and set down...one for every step circuiting this monolith. These shocked straits of limbs, overrun with sourceless current...flow onward, onward, onward--by command! One miraculous, an continuous deference to that command...seeking out what shall sate the need to do. What is it to be content with what thou art...is it to forgo, do what thou wilt? Retain thy image...do not cast what thou were cast in the image of...a voice says. Who hears--as command is voiced, both command and commanded hear, here. Unmoved mover--Monolith...dispassionate salve to daily death, circuited by spirit. Till blindness, deafness fully informed of stone--alien with glow...marked how!!!