evening with a revenant

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People, so cute they are, Paulo thinks,
especially Miranda,
and always
the same way up.

He envies those with certain knowledge,
in their environs no cloud or mist;
on their loci, labelled points,
soluble in warm
water, formulae taken
twice a day with ritual and promise.

Still Paulo knows if he should name
the nameless
its power will evaporate
and taxes will be levied.

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