Burlesque of Logos

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As I toast my bowl to a harvest moon
            wine changes to blood
Shikoing
            to Oriental pagan gods
Invocation of Guan Yin
            by accident
                        in Chapel Perilous
            detained folk dancers in Sufic rings
                        glittering like white jade
Around the deserts of technocracy,
Holographic prisms of inverse ideals
            our kindred mistake for Absolute Reality.
What babble of eternal recurrences
            from Geronimo to Babylon
Seven hours baked under the Tucson sun
            toothless angel Chavez
                        grizzled from too much fighting appears
My boozy spirit guide ferrying one over
            the pristine horrors of Persephone’s kitchen
                        aglow in L’American glitz.
Changing an oversized ၁၀၀၀ kyats note
            at play something magical happens
Ordinarily near a green mosque,
            Zegyo Market
                        where Kore in masque of rickshaw gimmick
Would engage in games of cosmic hide & go seek
            speaks of history as if still unfolding at present
Tracing cyphers in milk tea
            on an emptied mind.