A cup at Cafe Aghero

On the far bank

a cafe lit

philosophy

reserved

window seats

best in house

after the rain inside

everyone pressed 

twas another time 

a moment ago

to understand

set the compass 

to the way-way back

when mythos poetry 

song and wine

written in the stars

stamped by dance 

a choreography

here an island 

mind made paradise 

the great lost age

beyond reason 

all logic 

lies bare here

eternity plays

the kind of music

planetary discs sheer

the cosmos

characters devised

in more ways imaginable 

horrible or sweet 

they speak 

at first only vowels 

consonants then words

sooner or later 

its language

sung by angels

the Gods their cast

and creatures 

all of nature

rehoused civilisations

drawn on garden walls

the golden drama 

night thunder 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

never ending 

attention wars 

seek heros

a feeding frenzy 

and Eden's lost

to seas of plastic 

the script written 

Act there hidden

you never know 

peace harmony 

may float above 

the smoke and humidity 

back stage

places please 

curtains part

fingers flick

entre vous

maitre d

order drinks

a glass of water

the lights grow dim

how it ends

you'll find out

who in turn 

held hands 

so sublime 

I love you too 

and to sleep

to dream again 

once more awake

on the shores

of Bardo Island ...

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