in secret
be still, be quiet; refute everything
say nothing
the street will be full of stars
the shimmering sun will fall over the Palace
and the masquerade can continue
til the quisling of morning
& the man in the room opposite has finished eavesdropping
clandestine conversations
straining over the cicada whirring of air conditioning units
and pirated Thai pornography
& the fragance of intrigue and inquisition
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