A patient man stands silently
as though a statue in a town
His face a calm expression
as though a statue in a town
His face a calm expression
No hint of smile no sign of frown
Passers by seem not to notice
All eyes on movement up ahead
Feint sounds of crowded music
Where lesser voices fear to tread
A random crash of breaking waves
Intrudes on almost captured thoughts
To be discarded from the consciousness
Drawn into mirrors smoky quartz
The carnival begins at eight
A Mardi Gras of crystal shards
She walks toward him smiling
They take the road of no facades
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