The Honest Man in Modern seas of Anachronism.

Diogenes screams rhapsodies, shirtless

semblances of identity

from where ancient chicken vertebrate dream

of ancient lamp, burn honest language, rapidly.

Static apokatastasis sways,

shallow breath beneath low tide

where moon aligns with eye.

Chest expand, Sun-thetic pop hieroglyph, reside,

defunct soul drowned

by lack of I Ching interest.

Shadows of celestial condiments collide

with collective unconsciousness,

sigh.

Replica

Replica

Replica

Egyptian motif sits restlessly

summoning surrogate remedies,

for a thousand centuries, manifest me.

All minds reopen at midday

when city swells

and objects dwell in shadows at their most confused.

We should have pilgrimaged to our infancy

reading our souls for dessert in Americana Chinese dynasties

and denouncing all prophets posthumously,

using sturdy virtues,

of plastic fork ubiquity.