Anything to mute the raucous bedlam.
Anything to stifle the allusive prattle
Hinting at a piece of mind too
Perfect for a dream.

Any way to tear the fabrication.
Any means by which to cull a
Thread of something sound from
Garments burning in the cauterizing
Heat of these assertive breaths.

Any time to sleep between the spectacle?
Any intermission in the pageant
For the players to rehearse?
Anyone to read all these redacted
Lines of script, because the more
I stay my disbelief in all laughter here
The more I realize I’m just an actor
In the play reciting
Someone else’s verse.

#amsterdam #netherlands

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