another one of those

BABYLONIAN TOWERS
   
i know neither well these fresh waters
         nor this dew of clouds,
         beautiful as it all is
the umbelliferous flower shakes and twists in front of me
   dancing almost humanlike
           which is alluring
i can feel the mushroom take hostage
         my senses
 the medusae sing the sorrow
    of ancient wraths and pylons,
   which, by the way, all reach heaven
someone or something has built
   that which has been forgotten since the babylonians,
      and now
        this someone or something
          is able to converse
              with the all-powerful otherness.