Written down words again
Flowing from new machines
And new hands
I stay in the west
With more books
And less marzipans
You, actors in my play,
Jumble my cues
And upset my plans
Proffered scenarios
Are thus undressed
And coolly scorned upon
I will let them slip
Into my blue archives.
Janeiro 2007
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