poets & philosophers in the Golden Age
understood mysteries u & I can't begin to comprehend;
even Jesus didn't know what Stephen Hawking knew
we wore togas & our companion nymphs wore stolas &
together we wear
                               nothing
in garden pastures;
the queen above us shining down upon
her celestial light; children whose roses
lead their mother up the stairs
                                                 to the demotic eyes
breathed life into the nostrils of the red clay
making man & thousands
& thousands
                     of women              women whose cherries were inserted backwards
in the temple                     of 1,000 cherry                            blossoms