IN A KAZANSTAKIS DREAM
(1883-1957)

A mystical dreamer
of our age
you summon me
with your fingers
it seems
in a philosophy
heavenly room
as Kazanstakis gestures
and lingers to me
puts me cavalcade
and plethora
then he parades me
between a taffeta bed
and backgammon tables
of joker playing cards
in an avant-guard of humanity
from your angel vanguard tract
of a bardic language
kissing me from an infinity
and in a grammar spoke
against mammon
in a love of alpha to omega.