III
In the agora’s anonymity your face vanishes behind myriad
idols floating in the blind mirror people reflecting forest
your dream seeping out amid tree trunks
your goal of creating a new world falls into foggy memory
sun-tanned skin fades like boreal winter
then burns white as great hand pushes crowd through
chlorination process masses popping out from
end of the monotonous machine whitewash dressed and
holding sweetest energy in their hearts
like grains of sugar you stand among millions of others
in a spoon of the celestial master who laughs at the commotion
winking his left eye in this anonymity of the agora your
energy mingles with the energy of others and once you fall
deep into the mouth of a hungry abyss leading
to an insatiable stomach of ever-hungry Hades
you can only remember green leaves and turtles
beautiful legs and their cosmogonic join where pleasures
and goals funnel you can have only memories of places
you traveled or didn’t from fear of flight on planes
in this anonymity of the crowd you are pushed downward
becoming soluble matter grand master digests with help of`
bile turning you into a green-yellow ornament
sometimes your energy creates future poems
other times you are just farted out with pressure releasing
agony foulness complementing hyacinths
in this impersonal agora you are salami at the master’s lunch
and your goal to create a new world becomes his burp
at the end of it all intensifying the fragrance of lilac blooms
