A cup at Cafe Aghero

On the far banks

they're window seats

best in house

after the rain

everyone pressed inside 

twas another lifetime 

a moment ago

to ponder understand

realign the compass 

to the way-way back

legendary lost lands 

Mythos poetry and song

mapped in stars

stamped by dance

 and migration choreography

here on an island 

mind's paradise made

the great lost age

past reason 

and friend logic 

lies bare 

eternity plays

the kind of music

planetary discs sheer

the cosmos

devised cameo characters 

in more ways imaginable 

at first only vowels 

consonants then words

sooner or later its language

narrated in song

the Gods their cast

creatures and all of nature

rehousing civilisations

imposing new colonies 

drawn in garden caves

drama plays on

night thunder and lightning

still lives en plein air

actors you know 

make believe 

they pretent

by all accounts 

no one really keeps 

track of history 

confusion rules

engine malfunctions 

these are not the mystery

pseudo science

never ending attention wars 

social mefia

techno jargon 

industrial scale 

karma rules

a feeding frenzy 

and Eden's lost

to seas of plastic 

the script's written 

but Act three

you never know 

love peace harmony 

float above 

domestic humidity 

call the waiter 

order the drinks

the lights grow dim

back stage

places please 

curtains part

maitre d's

entre vous

fingers flick

how it ends

you'll find out

who to turn to

your hand in mine 

sublime 

I love you too 

and so to sleep

to dream again 

awake once more 

on the shores

of Bardo Island 

encore 

WIP....

Looking for the last cafe