Perspiration knows, inspiration

By his eyes catacombs like

A dig up into my past, memory

Archaeology, turning my muck

Into gold. Nietzsche told us

 

Years ago and we still haven’t

Learned his lesson of Ariadne

Anagram-this will to power.

 

A poem on a big

Mac carton of recyclable blues.

 

Szeged, Buda, Pest, Lake

Balaton. Map of Hungary inside

Inside me locked in a uni-

Verse of memory.