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 that, should
he name the nameless,
its power will evaporate
and taxes will be levied.