the cervices of xanadu are sick
stricken with an undiagnosed disease
and ı wake up vapid and phlegmatic
thinking in fluent portuguese
the illness grows across the opulence
as apertures unnamed and repulsive
infiltrate any remaining belief
destroying beauty and concupiscence
images of zaragoza in shimmer heat
yank the mirages of xanadu
to obliterate them with a snickersnee
and all thats left is this haiku
fluctua na noite
vago fulgor indeciso
o que não será
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