In Agora

In Agora, I make my home.

In Agora, I speak Iona's name in hushed tones, or not at all.

In Agora, I walk the flowering meadows.

In Agora, land of Father, I feast in times of plenty.

In Agora, in the shadow of the mountain.

In Agora, in the footsteps of the Gods.

In Agora, I dwell not on the Tower of Glass.

In Agora, I imagine myself timeless.

In Agora . . .

I do not seek the ancient truth.

I do not speak the hidden words.

In Agora, life is simple.

In Agora, life moves slow.

So I do not understand

Why in the mornings I wake weeping.

Dappled sun upon my pillow, mind clouded.

Convinced that in my forgotten dreaming, I lie

Moments from my end.

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